A Book of Seventeenth Century LyricsFelix Emmanuel Schelling Ginn, 1899 - 314 стор. |
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Сторінка xi
... things are not wholly to be laid to the score of coarse or unrestrained manners . The root of the matter is in this ... thing in the poetry of any period would be as absurd as to assume , by the extension of a doctrine attributed by ...
... things are not wholly to be laid to the score of coarse or unrestrained manners . The root of the matter is in this ... thing in the poetry of any period would be as absurd as to assume , by the extension of a doctrine attributed by ...
Сторінка xv
... things which go so far to make up our daily life , Carew , in the sincerity of his workmanship and in his artistic propriety , rise above the temporary con- ventions of a single age , and become , each in his own way , poets fraught ...
... things which go so far to make up our daily life , Carew , in the sincerity of his workmanship and in his artistic propriety , rise above the temporary con- ventions of a single age , and become , each in his own way , poets fraught ...
Сторінка xviii
... thing that we note is a sense of form , not merely in detail and transition like the " links ... bright and even " of ... things to note in the Jonsonian manner . It retained classical allusion less for the sake of embellishment than as ...
... thing that we note is a sense of form , not merely in detail and transition like the " links ... bright and even " of ... things to note in the Jonsonian manner . It retained classical allusion less for the sake of embellishment than as ...
Сторінка xix
... things which raises Donne , in his possession of the rare quality , poetic insight , at times to a poet of the first order . Thus we find Spenser and Jonson standing as exponents , respectively , of the expansive or romantic movement ...
... things which raises Donne , in his possession of the rare quality , poetic insight , at times to a poet of the first order . Thus we find Spenser and Jonson standing as exponents , respectively , of the expansive or romantic movement ...
Сторінка xx
Felix Emmanuel Schelling. looking inward , descries the subtle relations of things and transfigures them with a sudden and unexpected flood of light . Between Jonson and Donne there is the kinship of intellectuality ; between Spenser and ...
Felix Emmanuel Schelling. looking inward , descries the subtle relations of things and transfigures them with a sudden and unexpected flood of light . Between Jonson and Donne there is the kinship of intellectuality ; between Spenser and ...
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Amoret appears beauty Ben Jonson bright Carew Castara century Charles Charles Cotton charming Clorinda conceit Cowley Crashaw crown Dean Prior dear death delight devotional Donne Donne's dost doth earth edition EDMUND WALLER Elizabethan Lyrics English eyes face fair fate flame flowers glory grace Grosart hast hath heart heaven Herbert Herrick Hesperides JAMES SHIRLEY Jasper Mayne JOHN DRYDEN JOHN MILTON Jonson King kiss Lady light literature live Lord Love's lover Milton mistress night passion Pattison Phyllis play poem poetical poetry poets praise prose Quarles Queen reads reign RICHARD CRASHAW ROBERT HERRICK rose Sandys sense shade sing smile SONG sonnet soul Spenser spring stanza stars stay sweet baby sleep tears thee thine things Thomas Carew THOMAS FLATMAN thou thought Thyrsis unto Vaughan verse Waller whilst WILLIAM HABINGTON wings Wit's Recreations Wither word written youth ΙΟ
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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.