The Laureates of England, from Ben Jonson to Alfred TennysonKenyon West Frederick A. Stokes Company, 1895 - 459 páginas |
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... his own muse , he said , being a digni- fied and high - born dame who guarded his laurels in the grove on the mountain - side where dwelt his winged horse . What these laureates have suffered at the hands of the xiii of Anglesey,
... his own muse , he said , being a digni- fied and high - born dame who guarded his laurels in the grove on the mountain - side where dwelt his winged horse . What these laureates have suffered at the hands of the xiii of Anglesey,
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... Born in London in 1573 Made court poet to James I. in 1616 , the year of Shakespeare's death . This appointment confirmed in 1630 , and the Laureateship made permanent . Died in 1637 . ( Reigns of James I. and Charles I. ) THOUGH the ...
... Born in London in 1573 Made court poet to James I. in 1616 , the year of Shakespeare's death . This appointment confirmed in 1630 , and the Laureateship made permanent . Died in 1637 . ( Reigns of James I. and Charles I. ) THOUGH the ...
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... born . And such wert thou ! Look how the father's face Lives in his issue ; even so the race Of Shakespeare's mind and manners brightly shines In his well turned and true filled lines : In each of which he seems to shake a lance , As ...
... born . And such wert thou ! Look how the father's face Lives in his issue ; even so the race Of Shakespeare's mind and manners brightly shines In his well turned and true filled lines : In each of which he seems to shake a lance , As ...
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... is a light , vain , crude , and imperfect thing , settled in the imagination , but never arriving at the understanding , there to obtain the tincture of reason . - Ibid . SIR WILLIAM DAVENANT . Born in Oxford in 1605. Made Ben Jonson . 19.
... is a light , vain , crude , and imperfect thing , settled in the imagination , but never arriving at the understanding , there to obtain the tincture of reason . - Ibid . SIR WILLIAM DAVENANT . Born in Oxford in 1605. Made Ben Jonson . 19.
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Kenyon West. SIR WILLIAM DAVENANT . Born in Oxford in 1605. Made laureate in 1637. Died in 1668 . ( Reigns of Charles I. and Charles II . ) SIR WILLIAM Davenant , whom Southey called that emi- nently thoughtful poet , passed his life as ...
Kenyon West. SIR WILLIAM DAVENANT . Born in Oxford in 1605. Made laureate in 1637. Died in 1668 . ( Reigns of Charles I. and Charles II . ) SIR WILLIAM Davenant , whom Southey called that emi- nently thoughtful poet , passed his life as ...
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Página 210 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see E'en in the motions of the storm Grace that shall mould the maiden's form By silent sympathy. " The stars of midnight shall be dear To her ; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
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Página 209 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
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Página 301 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Página 221 - These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye: But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration...
Página 245 - Two Voices are there ; one is of the Sea, One of the Mountains ; each a mighty Voice : In both from age to age Thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen Music, Liberty ! There came a Tyrant, and with holy glee Thou fough'tst against Him ; but hast vainly striven , Thou from thy Alpine Holds at length art driven, Where not a torrent murmurs heard by thee. Of one deep bliss thine ear hath been bereft : Then cleave, O cleave to that which still is left ; For...
Página 228 - High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised: But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may. Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing...
Página 14 - Soul of the age! The applause! delight! the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read, and praise to give.
Página 17 - STILL to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast; Still to be powdered, still perfumed; Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free: Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all the adulteries of art; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.