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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... Pure and Blessed Soul , " FRANCIS I. of France , Epitaph on Françoise de Foix , PIERRE RONSARD , Epitaph de Marie , On His Lady's Death , · GIROLAMO BENIVIENI , On the Death of Feo Belcari , MICHELANGELO , On His Father's Death , Love's ...
... Pure and Blessed Soul , " FRANCIS I. of France , Epitaph on Françoise de Foix , PIERRE RONSARD , Epitaph de Marie , On His Lady's Death , · GIROLAMO BENIVIENI , On the Death of Feo Belcari , MICHELANGELO , On His Father's Death , Love's ...
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... pure , I , hallowed things hold fast ! ” The stern and sombre tone underlying the whole of this celebrated passage suggests comparison with many in the Hebrew prophets , especially those lamenting the miseries inflicted upon the ...
... pure , I , hallowed things hold fast ! ” The stern and sombre tone underlying the whole of this celebrated passage suggests comparison with many in the Hebrew prophets , especially those lamenting the miseries inflicted upon the ...
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... Pure happiness is found , With all the blooming beauty of the world ; There fragrant smoke upcurled From altars , where the blazing fire is dense With perfumed frankincense Burned unto gods in heaven , Through all the land is driven ...
... Pure happiness is found , With all the blooming beauty of the world ; There fragrant smoke upcurled From altars , where the blazing fire is dense With perfumed frankincense Burned unto gods in heaven , Through all the land is driven ...
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... and then rising up and departing with voice of despair , " con voce di dolore , " he left the mountain - side calling aloud the name of Selvaggia . The love of Dante for Beatrice was so pure and 36 ELEGIES : ANCIENT AND MODERN .
... and then rising up and departing with voice of despair , " con voce di dolore , " he left the mountain - side calling aloud the name of Selvaggia . The love of Dante for Beatrice was so pure and 36 ELEGIES : ANCIENT AND MODERN .
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... pure and ele- vated , so idealized , that he passed from the worship of the beautiful being herself to the contemplation of Abstract Beauty , and she became to him not as the daughter of mortal men , but of angels , and was at last ...
... pure and ele- vated , so idealized , that he passed from the worship of the beautiful being herself to the contemplation of Abstract Beauty , and she became to him not as the daughter of mortal men , but of angels , and was at last ...
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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...