English Lyrical Poetry from Its Origins to the Present TimeYale University Press, 1912 - 616 стор. |
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... How vain the ardour of the Crowd , How low , how little are the Proud , How indigent the Great ! " 1 See W. L. Phelps , Selections from the Poetry and Prose of Thomas Gray , Boston , 1894 , p . 62. The Beginnings of the English Romantic ...
... How vain the ardour of the Crowd , How low , how little are the Proud , How indigent the Great ! " 1 See W. L. Phelps , Selections from the Poetry and Prose of Thomas Gray , Boston , 1894 , p . 62. The Beginnings of the English Romantic ...
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A. B. Grosart admiration appeared artistic Astrophel and Stella ballad beauty Carew carols century charm composed criticism death delight diction Donne Donne's doth elegies Elizabethan emotion English lyric English poetry English poets expression eyes fair feeling finest flowers French grace hath hear heart heaven Herrick Hesperides hymns imagination imitation inspired Italian Jonson Keats lack lady lines live London lover lyric poet lyrists madrigal melancholy melody metre Milton mind modern mood Muse nature never night Noëls odes Oxford passion pathos Petrarch Petrarchian phrase Pindaric plays poems poésie poet's poetic poetry praise religious lyrics rhyme romance Rossetti sestet Shakespeare Shakespeare's sonnets Shelley Sidney sing sonnets soul Spenser spirit stanza style sung Surrey sweet tells Tennyson thee theme Thomas Warton thou thought tion tone troubadours turn vers de société Widsith words Wordsworth writes written wrote Wyatt
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Сторінка 527 - I FLED Him, down the nights and down the days; I fled Him, down the arches of the years; I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears I hid from Him, and under running laughter. Up vistaed hopes, I sped; And shot, precipitated, Adown Titanic glooms of chasmed fears, From those strong Feet that followed, followed after. But with unhurrying chase, And unperturbed pace, Deliberate speed, majestic instancy, They beat, — and a Voice beat More instant than the Feet:...
Сторінка 399 - All this long eve, so balmy and serene, Have I been gazing on the western sky, And its peculiar tint of yellow green : And still I gaze — and with how blank an eye ! And those thin clouds above, in flakes and bars, That give away their motion to the stars...
Сторінка 228 - A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Сторінка 234 - THE GOOD-MORROW I WONDER by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we loved ? Were we not weaned till then? But sucked on country pleasures, childishly? Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers
Сторінка 205 - When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Сторінка 182 - So every spirit, as it is most pure, And hath in it the more of heavenly light, So it the fairer body doth procure To habit in, and it more fairly dight, With cheerful grace and amiable sight. For, of the soul, the body form doth take, For soul is form, and doth the body make.
Сторінка 249 - ASK me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep These flowers, as in their causes, sleep. Ask me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day; For in pure love heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair.
Сторінка 426 - While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, "Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Сторінка 295 - The lonely mountains o'er And the resounding shore A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament; From haunted spring and dale Edged with poplar pale The parting Genius is with sighing sent; With flower-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
Сторінка 271 - Come, let us go, while we are in our prime, And take the harmless folly of the time! We shall grow old apace, and die Before we know our liberty. Our life is short, and our days run As fast away as does the sun.