Essays in Romantic LiteratureMacmillam and Company, limited, 1919 - 438 pagina's |
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Pagina 13
... death will they admit the wrong ; No other nation can endure so long . ' The reference to England , on the other hand , is in the scornful tone of one who had himself followed William to Hastings and Westminster ; because the song was ...
... death will they admit the wrong ; No other nation can endure so long . ' The reference to England , on the other hand , is in the scornful tone of one who had himself followed William to Hastings and Westminster ; because the song was ...
Pagina 21
... ' ' Gog and Magog , ' and the oracular Trees of the Sun and Moon , that speak And told King Alexander of his death . ' 1 1 Brome's Antipodes , in Lamb's Specimens . " Signor , " fait Alixandre , " je vus THE LITERATURE OF EUROPE 21.
... ' ' Gog and Magog , ' and the oracular Trees of the Sun and Moon , that speak And told King Alexander of his death . ' 1 1 Brome's Antipodes , in Lamb's Specimens . " Signor , " fait Alixandre , " je vus THE LITERATURE OF EUROPE 21.
Pagina 46
... deaths could be : of Richard Coeur - de - Lion , troubadour and king ; of Enzo of Sardinia , a poet - king , the son of a poet - emperor , yet a prisoner to the Bolognese from his twenty - fifth year to his death , a caitiff for three ...
... deaths could be : of Richard Coeur - de - Lion , troubadour and king ; of Enzo of Sardinia , a poet - king , the son of a poet - emperor , yet a prisoner to the Bolognese from his twenty - fifth year to his death , a caitiff for three ...
Pagina 54
... death has laid her in the grave ; so at last , in Ballade LXIX . , he cele- brates her obsequies : - ' I made my lady's obsequies Within the minster of desire , And for her soul sad diriges Were sung by Dule behind the choir ; Her ...
... death has laid her in the grave ; so at last , in Ballade LXIX . , he cele- brates her obsequies : - ' I made my lady's obsequies Within the minster of desire , And for her soul sad diriges Were sung by Dule behind the choir ; Her ...
Pagina 55
... death's golden sheaf , Drew her to heaven , in my belief , So to adorn with rarer mirth His paradise where saints stand round ; For joy there was in her renowned , The treasure of all joys on earth . ENVOY Tears and laments are nothing ...
... death's golden sheaf , Drew her to heaven , in my belief , So to adorn with rarer mirth His paradise where saints stand round ; For joy there was in her renowned , The treasure of all joys on earth . ENVOY Tears and laments are nothing ...
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Adonis adventure allusion Amyot Antony artist Beauty Bellay Cæsar called Cato century Chaucer classic colour Coriolanus Court Cynthia's Revels death Dekker delight doth drama Elizabethan England English Europe eyes Fitton Fleay France French French poetry George Wyndham Greece Greek hand hath Henry Herbert heroes honour Jonson Julius Cæsar king Lady language Latin legends literary literature lord Harbert Lucrece Lucullus Lycurgus lyrical Mary Fitton ment mind never night North Ovid Parallel Lives passage passion Pericles play Pléiade Plutarch poem poet Poetaster poetry political Pompey praise prose Renaissance rhyme Romance Rome Ronsard Satiromastix Shake Shakespeare song Song of Roland Sonnets speech Spenser strange sweet thee theme Themistocles theory things thou translation Troilus trouvères truth turn unto Venus Venus and Adonis verse Villon words writes written wrote
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Pagina 256 - Like to the senators of the antique Rome, With the plebeians swarming at their heels, Go forth and fetch their conquering Caesar in : As, by a lower but loving likelihood, Were now the general of our gracious empress, As in good time he may, from Ireland coming, Bringing rebellion broached on his sword, How many would the peaceful city quit, To welcome him ! much more, and much more cause, Did they this Harry.
Pagina 355 - What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend? Since every one hath, every one, one shade, And you, but one, can every shadow lend. Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit Is poorly imitated after you ; On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set, And you in Grecian tires are painted new: Speak of the spring and...
Pagina 281 - Yes, trust them not, for there is an upstart crow, beautified with our feathers, that with his tiger's heart wrapped in a player's hide, supposes he is as well able to bombast out a blank verse as the best of you; and being an absolute Johannes Factotum, is in his own conceit the only Shake-scene in a country.
Pagina 372 - Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fortune...
Pagina 312 - Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast The sun ariseth in his majesty; Who doth the world so gloriously behold, That cedar-tops and hills seem burnish'd gold.
Pagina 355 - ... with him. Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew; Nor did I wonder at the lily's white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose : They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet seem'd it winter still, and, you away, As with your shadow I with these did play.
Pagina 195 - This was the most unkindest cut of all; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors...
Pagina 340 - FROM fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty's rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decease, His tender heir might bear his memory : But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel. Thou that art now the world's fresh...
Pagina 247 - I will make them conform, or I will harry them out of the land, or else worse,"
Pagina 366 - To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers...