The Laureates of England, from Ben Jonson to Alfred TennysonKenyon West Frederick A. Stokes Company, 1895 - 459 páginas |
De dentro do livro
Resultados 1-5 de 80
Página ix
... Thou Look Back XCIV . " How Pure at Heart , ' XCVI . " You Say , " 409 410 410 411 348 ALFRED TENNYSON , · 349 SELECTIONS FROM TENNYSON : To the Queen , 351 The Poet , 352 Poland , From " The Two Voices , " · 353 CXIII . " Tis Held that ...
... Thou Look Back XCIV . " How Pure at Heart , ' XCVI . " You Say , " 409 410 410 411 348 ALFRED TENNYSON , · 349 SELECTIONS FROM TENNYSON : To the Queen , 351 The Poet , 352 Poland , From " The Two Voices , " · 353 CXIII . " Tis Held that ...
Página 10
... thou and I ? EPITAPH ON MARGARET RATCLIFFE , MARBLE , Weep ! for thou dost cover A dead beauty underneath thee , Rich as nature could bequeath thee : Grant , then , no rude hands remove her ! All the gazers on the skies Read not in fair ...
... thou and I ? EPITAPH ON MARGARET RATCLIFFE , MARBLE , Weep ! for thou dost cover A dead beauty underneath thee , Rich as nature could bequeath thee : Grant , then , no rude hands remove her ! All the gazers on the skies Read not in fair ...
Página 11
... thou hast not such another . SONG . How near to good is what is fair , Which we no sooner see , But with the lines and outward air Our senses taken be . We wish to see it still , and prove What ways we may deserve ; We court , we praise ...
... thou hast not such another . SONG . How near to good is what is fair , Which we no sooner see , But with the lines and outward air Our senses taken be . We wish to see it still , and prove What ways we may deserve ; We court , we praise ...
Página 14
... thou didst our Lyly outshine , Or sporting Kyd or Marlowe's mighty line . And though thou had small Latin and less Greek , From thence to honour thee I will not seek For names ; but call forth thund'ring Æschylus , Euripides , and ...
... thou didst our Lyly outshine , Or sporting Kyd or Marlowe's mighty line . And though thou had small Latin and less Greek , From thence to honour thee I will not seek For names ; but call forth thund'ring Æschylus , Euripides , and ...
Página 15
... 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 brandished at the eyes ...
... 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 brandished at the eyes ...
Outras edições - Ver todos
The Laureates of England: From Ben Jonson to Alfred Tennyson Kenyon West,Frances Louise Morse Howland,Frederick C. Gordon Prévia não disponível - 2009 |
Termos e frases comuns
beauty Ben Jonson beneath blessed breath bright calm charm Cibber clouds Colley Cibber crown dark dead dear death deep delight dost doth Dryden Dunciad earth English poetry Eusden eyes fair Falconbridge fear feel flowers gleam glory grace happy hath hear heard heart heaven Henry James Pye hills honour hope hour human Inchcape Rock Jane Shore Jonson Kilve King laureate Laureateship laurel light live Locksley Hall look Lord Chamberlain mighty mind moon morning mountain muse NAHUM TATE nature Nature's never NICHOLAS ROWE night o'er odes passion peace pleasure poem poet poet laureate poetry praise rock round Shadwell Shadwell's shine shore sight silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound Southey spirit spring stars stream sweet tears thee thine things THOMAS SHADWELL thou art thought thro truth voice wind Wordsworth Yarrow youth
Passagens mais conhecidas
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.
Página 16 - A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
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...
Página 15 - Queen and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart, And thy crystal shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever, Thou that mak'st...
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.