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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... sighing , such piteous pleading , such grievous complaints as the lovers and poets of the time have put upon record . Says Mr. Lounsbury , commenting upon this feature of the times : " Judging from internal evidence which the writings ...
... sighing , such piteous pleading , such grievous complaints as the lovers and poets of the time have put upon record . Says Mr. Lounsbury , commenting upon this feature of the times : " Judging from internal evidence which the writings ...
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... sighs While yet I see the bright stars in the skies , Or watch the daylight glad- No , no , I will not fail , Like sorrowing nightingale , Before the gate to pour my sorrows free , My woe and sorrow at my father's door . From the ...
... sighs While yet I see the bright stars in the skies , Or watch the daylight glad- No , no , I will not fail , Like sorrowing nightingale , Before the gate to pour my sorrows free , My woe and sorrow at my father's door . From the ...
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... of regretful love upon her tomb I pour . For thee beloved , even with the dead , thy Meleager sighs , Now parting with a precious gift which Acheron will not prize , Where my desired blossom now ? Its bloom hath Hades TO HELIODORA . 135.
... of regretful love upon her tomb I pour . For thee beloved , even with the dead , thy Meleager sighs , Now parting with a precious gift which Acheron will not prize , Where my desired blossom now ? Its bloom hath Hades TO HELIODORA . 135.
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... Sighs for my lady dead , Tears do I send . Long love remembered , Mistress and friend ! Sad are the songs we sing , Tears that we shed ; Empty the gifts we bring— Gifts to the dead ! Ah , for my flower , my Love Hades hath taken , Ah ...
... Sighs for my lady dead , Tears do I send . Long love remembered , Mistress and friend ! Sad are the songs we sing , Tears that we shed ; Empty the gifts we bring— Gifts to the dead ! Ah , for my flower , my Love Hades hath taken , Ah ...
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... sighs and tears , — Nothing of the old years That come not back again , Wherein I was so happy , being hers . Now to mine eyes her face no more appears , Nor doth her voice make music in mine ears As it did then . O God , why hast thou ...
... sighs and tears , — Nothing of the old years That come not back again , Wherein I was so happy , being hers . Now to mine eyes her face no more appears , Nor doth her voice make music in mine ears As it did then . O God , why hast thou ...
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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 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...