Elegies: Ancient and Modern. With an Introductory Study of the History of Elegiac Poetry from the Earliest Days Down to the Present Time, Volume 1Brandt, 1903 - 308 páginas |
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... gives a translation of a fragment of a hymn to Linos , which is here transcribed : " O Linos , thee the gods did grace ; For unto thee they gave most dear , First among men the song to raise With shrill voice sounding high and clear ...
... gives a translation of a fragment of a hymn to Linos , which is here transcribed : " O Linos , thee the gods did grace ; For unto thee they gave most dear , First among men the song to raise With shrill voice sounding high and clear ...
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... give us , thee again they will not give . " Thou hast swum too soon the sea of death : for us Too soon , but if truth bless love's blind belief Faith born of hope and memory , says not thus : And joy for thee , for me should mean not ...
... give us , thee again they will not give . " Thou hast swum too soon the sea of death : for us Too soon , but if truth bless love's blind belief Faith born of hope and memory , says not thus : And joy for thee , for me should mean not ...
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... give More joy than thine to those that called thee friend . " The sorrow is heartfelt , but the expression more restrained than usual with Swinburne ; hope is not quite exultant , but soars on firmer wing . Of Giuseppe Mazzini , the ...
... give More joy than thine to those that called thee friend . " The sorrow is heartfelt , but the expression more restrained than usual with Swinburne ; hope is not quite exultant , but soars on firmer wing . Of Giuseppe Mazzini , the ...
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... give , After the noble Alcon left to live . Friendship an earthquake suffered ; losing him , Love's brightest constellation turned dim . " Lycidas was one of thirty - six elegies - twenty - three of them being in Greek and Latin ...
... give , After the noble Alcon left to live . Friendship an earthquake suffered ; losing him , Love's brightest constellation turned dim . " Lycidas was one of thirty - six elegies - twenty - three of them being in Greek and Latin ...
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... gives voice to the grief felt at the absence of the beloved one , young Hallam is described as growing , " Not alone in power And knowledge , but by year and hour In reverence and in charity . " The poet , in anguish of grief at the ...
... gives voice to the grief felt at the absence of the beloved one , young Hallam is described as growing , " Not alone in power And knowledge , but by year and hour In reverence and in charity . " The poet , in anguish of grief at the ...
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Termos e frases comuns
Adonis Astrophel beauty begin the dirge begin the woodland Ben Jonson bewail Bion carefull verse Daphnis dead dear death delight didst died dolefull doth earth EDMUND SPENSER elegiac elegy English Epitaph eyes faded fair fairest fame farewell fate feeling flower gone grace grave Greek grief gyrlonds happy Harmodius and Aristogeiton hath heart heaven heavie herse Henry herse immortal John Donne JOHN DRYDEN JOHN MILTON Jonson lady lament light lines live Lord Lycidas Lycon lyric Matthew Arnold memory Milton mind mortal mourn never night noble Nymphs o'er Petrarch Philip Bourke Marston poem poet poetic poetry praise Prince rest rose Shakspere shepheards sighs sing sonnet sorrow soul Spenser sweet maids tears tender thee thine THOMAS CAREW thou art thou hast thought Tibullus unto virtue wail weep wife wont woodland song wrote ye Sicilian Muses youth
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Página 253 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against Fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Página 213 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Página 20 - Hell from beneath is moved for thee to meet thee at thy coming: it stirreth up the dead for thee, even all the chief ones of the earth; it hath raised up from their thrones all the kings of the nations. All they shall speak and say unto thee, Art thou also become weak as we? Art thou become like unto us?
Página 214 - THAT time of year thou mayst in me behold !'( When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
Página 265 - Purification in the old Law did save, And such as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
Página 227 - Triumph, my Britain, thou hast one to show To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe. He was not of an age, but for all time!
Página 16 - Saul and Jonathan were lovely and pleasant in their lives, and in their death they were not divided ; they were swifter than eagles, they were stronger than lions.
Página 228 - Yet must I not give nature all; thy art, My gentle Shakespeare, must enjoy a part. For though the poet's matter nature be, His art doth give the fashion; and, that he Who casts to write a living line, must sweat (Such as thine are) and strike the second heat Upon the Muses...
Página 256 - Phoebus replied, and touched my trembling ears: "Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies, But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
Página 256 - Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream. Ay me, I fondly dream ! Had ye been there...