Poets on PoetsLady Strachey (Jane Maria) K. Paul, Trench, Trübner & Company, Limited, 1894 - 324 páginas |
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... spring Did shroud in shady leaves from sunny rays , Frame to thy song their cheerful chirruping , Or hold their peace , for shame of thy sweet lays . I saw Calliope with Muses moe , Soon as thy oaten pipe began to sound , Their ivory ...
... spring Did shroud in shady leaves from sunny rays , Frame to thy song their cheerful chirruping , Or hold their peace , for shame of thy sweet lays . I saw Calliope with Muses moe , Soon as thy oaten pipe began to sound , Their ivory ...
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... spring was in his learned head , I soon would learn these woods to wail my woe , And teach the trees their trickling tears to shed . December . AND for I was in thilke same looser years , ( Whether the Muse so wrought me from my birth ...
... spring was in his learned head , I soon would learn these woods to wail my woe , And teach the trees their trickling tears to shed . December . AND for I was in thilke same looser years , ( Whether the Muse so wrought me from my birth ...
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... springs to hear him . Heaven rest thy soul ( if so a swain may pray ) , And as thy works live here , live there for aye . ALL their pipes were still , And Colin Clout began to tune his quill With such deep art , that every one was given ...
... springs to hear him . Heaven rest thy soul ( if so a swain may pray ) , And as thy works live here , live there for aye . ALL their pipes were still , And Colin Clout began to tune his quill With such deep art , that every one was given ...
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... spring , The learned Maidens and delightful Graces Often have sate to hear our shepherds sing : Where on those pines the neighbouring groves among ( Now utterly neglected in these days ) , Our garlands , pipes , and cornamutes were hung ...
... spring , The learned Maidens and delightful Graces Often have sate to hear our shepherds sing : Where on those pines the neighbouring groves among ( Now utterly neglected in these days ) , Our garlands , pipes , and cornamutes were hung ...
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... springs , Marlowe . Had in him those brave translunary things That the first poets had ; his raptures were All air and ... spring , Whose knowledge did him worthily prefer , And long was lord here of the theater : Who in opinion made our ...
... springs , Marlowe . Had in him those brave translunary things That the first poets had ; his raptures were All air and ... spring , Whose knowledge did him worthily prefer , And long was lord here of the theater : Who in opinion made our ...
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Termos e frases comuns
Adonais bard Beaumont Beaumont and Fletcher beauty Ben Jonson bold breath bright Burns Byron call'd charm Chaucer Coleridge Cowley dead dear death delight dost doth Drayton Dryden earth English envy eternal Euripides eyes fair fame fancy fear fire Fletcher flowers genius gentle glory Gondibert grace grave grief Grongar Hill hast hath hear heart heaven Hero and Leander honour immortal John Fletcher Jonson Keats Landor laurel Leigh Hunt light live lyre Maid's Tragedy mighty Milton mind mourn Muse ne'er never night noble numbers o'er passion poem poesy poet poet's poetry Pope praise rage rimes sacred scene Scott shade Shake Shakespeare Shelley shepherds Sidney sing smile soft song Sonnet soul Southey speare Spenser spirit stars strain sweet taught tears thee thine thou thought tongue truth tuneful verse voice Waller weep wild Wordsworth worth writ youth
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Página 260 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...
Página 72 - Ah BEN! Say how, or when Shall we thy guests Meet at those lyric feasts, Made at the Sun, The Dog, the Triple Tun ? Where we such clusters had, As made us nobly wild, not mad ; And yet each verse of thine Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine.
Página 299 - Ah, did you once see Shelley plain, And did he stop and speak to you, And did you speak to him again? How strange it seems and new!
Página 254 - Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep — He hath awakened from the dream of life. 'Tis we, who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings.
Página 78 - WHAT needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones The labour of an age in piled stones ? Or that his hallowed reliques should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid ? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name ? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
Página 158 - To him the mighty mother did unveil Her awful face : the dauntless child Stretch'd forth his little arms and smiled. ' This pencil take (she said), whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine too these golden keys, immortal Boy! This can unlock the gates of joy l Of horror that, and thrilling fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
Página 258 - Here pause: these graves are all too young as yet To have outgrown the sorrow which consigned Its charge to each; and if the seal is set, Here, on one fountain of a mourning mind. Break it not thou ! too surely shalt thou find Thine own well full, if thou returnest home, Of tears and gall. From the world's bitter wind Seek shelter in the shadow of the tomb. What Adonais is, why fear we to become?
Página 103 - That Majesty which through thy Work doth Reign Draws the Devout, deterring the Profane. And things divine thou treat'st of in such state As them preserves, and thee, inviolate. At once delight and horror on us seize, Thou sing'st with so much gravity and ease; And above human flight dost soar aloft With Plume so strong, so equal, and so soft. The Bird nam'd from that Paradise you sing So never flags, but always keeps on Wing.
Página 209 - In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier ; Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear : Those days are gone — but beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy...
Página 224 - John Keats, who was killed off by one critique, Just as he really promised something great, If not intelligible, without Greek Contrived to talk about the gods of late, Much as they might have been supposed to speak. Poor fellow ! His was an untoward fate ; 'Tis strange the mind, that very fiery particle, Should let itself be snuffed out by an article.