A Book of Seventeenth Century LyricsFelix Emmanuel Schelling Ginn, 1899 - 314 стор. |
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Сторінка xx
... original words with original music , was maintained in the various works of Wil- son , Henry and William Lawes , Lanier , Playford , D'Urfey , and many others . The poetical miscellany held its popu- larity in collections of very mixed ...
... original words with original music , was maintained in the various works of Wil- son , Henry and William Lawes , Lanier , Playford , D'Urfey , and many others . The poetical miscellany held its popu- larity in collections of very mixed ...
Сторінка xxv
... Original and Progress of Satire , 1 we shall find the following passage addressed to the Earl of Dorset and concerned mainly with a eulogy of the poetry of that noble author . " There is more salt in all your verses , than I have seen ...
... Original and Progress of Satire , 1 we shall find the following passage addressed to the Earl of Dorset and concerned mainly with a eulogy of the poetry of that noble author . " There is more salt in all your verses , than I have seen ...
Сторінка xxxii
... original effect , an ingenious pursuit of similitudes in things repug- nant , that amounts to a notorious vice of style . The books are full of illustrations of this false taste , and it is easy to find them in the verse of Quarles ...
... original effect , an ingenious pursuit of similitudes in things repug- nant , that amounts to a notorious vice of style . The books are full of illustrations of this false taste , and it is easy to find them in the verse of Quarles ...
Сторінка xl
... original , is by Herrick . " The idea of another of Waller's most highly praised lyrics , On a Girdle , will also be found paralleled in Herrick's Upon Julia's Ribband . Here is the same familiar thought as treated in the manner of ...
... original , is by Herrick . " The idea of another of Waller's most highly praised lyrics , On a Girdle , will also be found paralleled in Herrick's Upon Julia's Ribband . Here is the same familiar thought as treated in the manner of ...
Сторінка xlii
... original . V. Since the days of the venerable Bede and his beautiful story of the divine call to a poetic mission given to Cædmon , English poets have paid their tithe and more to the celebra- tion of religious subjects , whether in ...
... original . V. Since the days of the venerable Bede and his beautiful story of the divine call to a poetic mission given to Cædmon , English poets have paid their tithe and more to the celebra- tion of religious subjects , whether in ...
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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.