The Universal Anthology: A Collection of the Best Literature, Ancient, Mediaeval and Modern, with Biographical and Explanatory Notes, Том 19Richard Garnett, Léon Vallée, Alois Brandl Clarke Company, limited, 1899 |
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... verse of André Chénier . Several among the Romantic poets themselves , Sainte - Beuve , for instance , and Théodore de Ban- ville , were of the same opinion . No greater error could be made . It is because André Chénier was a great poet ...
... verse of André Chénier . Several among the Romantic poets themselves , Sainte - Beuve , for instance , and Théodore de Ban- ville , were of the same opinion . No greater error could be made . It is because André Chénier was a great poet ...
Сторінка xxxvii
... verse is , furthermore , personal or individual ; the poet himself supplies not only the occasion of his verse , but its purpose , its habitual subject matter . A French ode and even an elegy , had , up to that time , been always of the ...
... verse is , furthermore , personal or individual ; the poet himself supplies not only the occasion of his verse , but its purpose , its habitual subject matter . A French ode and even an elegy , had , up to that time , been always of the ...
Сторінка xxxviii
... verse is faultlessly classic , and not even Racine found more exquisite associations of sound . Victor Hugo unquestionably shares with Ronsard the pinnacle of eminence as a creator of rhythms ; and his French , somewhat commonplace in ...
... verse is faultlessly classic , and not even Racine found more exquisite associations of sound . Victor Hugo unquestionably shares with Ronsard the pinnacle of eminence as a creator of rhythms ; and his French , somewhat commonplace in ...
Сторінка xxxix
... verse from the shackles which prevented its yielding to the requirements of the poet . There is no poetry without music , no music without movement , and movement was precisely what the French alexandrine lacked . These being , then ...
... verse from the shackles which prevented its yielding to the requirements of the poet . There is no poetry without music , no music without movement , and movement was precisely what the French alexandrine lacked . These being , then ...
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... verses , those of their impressions which seemed to them to be most general , those which they thought would have been shared by their contemporaries ; Sainte - Beuve , on the contrary , in the Confessions de Joseph Delorme turns away ...
... verses , those of their impressions which seemed to them to be most general , those which they thought would have been shared by their contemporaries ; Sainte - Beuve , on the contrary , in the Confessions de Joseph Delorme turns away ...
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Сторінка 274 - Stop thief ! stop thief ! — a highwayman ! Not one of them was mute ; And all and each that passed that way Did join in the pursuit. And now the turnpike gates again Flew open in short space ; The toll-men thinking as before, That Gilpin rode a race.
Сторінка 335 - After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
Сторінка 267 - JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown: A train-band captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, " Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen. "To-morrow is our wedding-day, And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton All in a chaise and pair. "My sister, and my sister's child, Myself and children three, Will fill the chaise ; so you must ride On horseback after we.
Сторінка 58 - We are taxed twice as much by our Idleness, three times as much by our Pride, and four times as much by our Folly; and from these Taxes the Commissioners cannot ease or deliver us by allowing an Abatement. However let us hearken to good Advice, and something may be done for us; God helps them that help themselves, as Poor Richard says, in his Almanack of 1733.
Сторінка 271 - Until he came unto the Wash Of Edmonton so gay; And there he threw the Wash about On both sides of the way, Just like unto a trundling mop, Or a wild goose at play. At Edmonton his loving wife From the balcony spied Her tender husband, wondering much To see how he did ride. "Stop, stop, John Gilpin!— Here's the house !" They all at once did cry; "The dinner waits, and we are tired;"— Said Gilpin, "So am I!
Сторінка 268 - I do admire Of womankind but one, And you are she, my dearest dear, Therefore it shall be done. "I am a linendraper bold, As all the world doth know, And my good friend the calender Will lend his horse to go.
Сторінка 61 - ... for want of a nail the shoe was lost; for want of a shoe the horse was lost; and for want of a horse the rider was lost...
Сторінка 272 - Tell me you must and shall — Say why bare-headed you are come, Or why you come at all?
Сторінка 65 - At present, perhaps, you may think yourselves in thriving circumstances, and that you can bear a little extravagance without injury, but — For age and want save while you may ; No morning sun lasts a whole day.
Сторінка 310 - Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary! For could I view nor them nor thee, What sight worth seeing could I see? The sun would rise in vain for me, My Mary! Partakers of thy sad decline, Thy hands their little force resign; Yet, gently prest, press gently mine, My Mary!