A Book of Seventeenth Century LyricsFelix Emmanuel Schelling Ginn, 1899 - 314 стор. |
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Сторінка xxiv
... Johnson in his famous passage on the " metaphysical poets ' in his life of Cowley . As this subject is of prime importance in any discussion of the poetry of the seventeenth century , no apology need be offered for quoting once more the ...
... Johnson in his famous passage on the " metaphysical poets ' in his life of Cowley . As this subject is of prime importance in any discussion of the poetry of the seventeenth century , no apology need be offered for quoting once more the ...
Сторінка xxvi
... Johnson obtained the suggestion of link- ing the names of Donne and Cowley and the specific dic- tum which he extended to all their work ; here it was that he found the word " metaphysical , " which he liberally en- larged by inference ...
... Johnson obtained the suggestion of link- ing the names of Donne and Cowley and the specific dic- tum which he extended to all their work ; here it was that he found the word " metaphysical , " which he liberally en- larged by inference ...
Сторінка lxiv
... Johnson to those of William Cullen Bryant and Mr. Gosse . It might be difficult , too , to find a poet of Cowley's rank who has been more variously estimated , a circumstance for which the eclecticism of his art may in a measure account ...
... Johnson to those of William Cullen Bryant and Mr. Gosse . It might be difficult , too , to find a poet of Cowley's rank who has been more variously estimated , a circumstance for which the eclecticism of his art may in a measure account ...
Сторінка 286
... Johnson gruffly , " before he was twenty , he may be forgiven if he regarded the face more than the mind . " Pope dedicated Windsor Forest to Lord Lansdowne . Cf. verses 291-298 . 225. William Congreve started life with a divided ...
... Johnson gruffly , " before he was twenty , he may be forgiven if he regarded the face more than the mind . " Pope dedicated Windsor Forest to Lord Lansdowne . Cf. verses 291-298 . 225. William Congreve started life with a divided ...
Сторінка 309
... Johnson , Dr. , his critique of ' the metaphysical poets , ' xxiv , xxv ; 286 , xxvi , lxiv . Jones , Inigo , 239 . Jonson , Ben , xi , xv ; his manner in poetry , xviii - xx ; his influence , ib .; his classicism , xix , xxxiii ...
... Johnson , Dr. , his critique of ' the metaphysical poets , ' xxiv , xxv ; 286 , xxvi , lxiv . Jones , Inigo , 239 . Jonson , Ben , xi , xv ; his manner in poetry , xviii - xx ; his influence , ib .; his classicism , xix , xxxiii ...
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Сторінка 217 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony This universal frame began : From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in Man.
Сторінка 134 - WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates — When I lie tangled in her hair And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Сторінка xii - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Сторінка 275 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Сторінка 23 - Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow, It shall be still in strictest measure even To that same lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven ; All is, if I have grace to use it so, As ever in my great Task-Master's eye.
Сторінка 244 - There is a gentle nymph not far from hence, That with moist curb sways the smooth Severn stream: Sabrina is her name: a virgin pure; Whilom she was the daughter of Locrine, That had the sceptre from his father Brute. She, guiltless damsel, flying the mad pursuit Of her enraged stepdame, Guendolen, 830 Commended her fair innocence to the flood That stayed her flight with his cross-flowing course. The water-nymphs, that in the bottom played, Held up their pearled wrists, and took her in, Bearing her...
Сторінка 159 - Let us roll all our strength and all Our sweetness up into one ball, And tear our pleasures with rough strife Thorough the iron gates of life.
Сторінка 169 - He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know At first sight if the bird be flown ; But what fair well or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown.
Сторінка 21 - Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth and youth and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Сторінка 89 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill; But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late, They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death.