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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... gone , self - devoted by her own righteous act . Dread- ing , in momentary revulsion of feeling , to leave behind her the brightness of day , swan - like , she sings her own death - song . No apology is needed for here presenting a part ...
... gone , self - devoted by her own righteous act . Dread- ing , in momentary revulsion of feeling , to leave behind her the brightness of day , swan - like , she sings her own death - song . No apology is needed for here presenting a part ...
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... gone into captivity because of affliction , and because of great servitude . She dwelleth among the heathen , she findeth no rest ; All her persecutors overtook her within the straits . Jerusalem remembereth in the days of her ...
... gone into captivity because of affliction , and because of great servitude . She dwelleth among the heathen , she findeth no rest ; All her persecutors overtook her within the straits . Jerusalem remembereth in the days of her ...
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... into which his heroes have gone : " For them the night all through , In the broad realm below , The splendour of the sun spreads endless light ; Mid rosy meadows bright , Their city of the tombs 28 ELEGIES : ANCIENT AND MODERN .
... into which his heroes have gone : " For them the night all through , In the broad realm below , The splendour of the sun spreads endless light ; Mid rosy meadows bright , Their city of the tombs 28 ELEGIES : ANCIENT AND MODERN .
Página 78
... gone to bed , Just as if Patridge were not dead . " This put an end to the ridiculous pretension of the ignorant and insolent quack as effectually as if his real elegy had been written . The pathetic , elegiac little ditty , familiar to ...
... gone to bed , Just as if Patridge were not dead . " This put an end to the ridiculous pretension of the ignorant and insolent quack as effectually as if his real elegy had been written . The pathetic , elegiac little ditty , familiar to ...
Página 111
... gone To the realms of setting sun ! And every being , after life's brief day , Shall travel by the same eternal way ! ( To the Dead Person . ) By the path our fathers know , Go , departed being ! go ! In realms where sparkling rivers ...
... gone To the realms of setting sun ! And every being , after life's brief day , Shall travel by the same eternal way ! ( To the Dead Person . ) By the path our fathers know , Go , departed being ! go ! In realms where sparkling rivers ...
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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...