The Poets' Song of PoetsR. G. Badger, 1912 - 250 páginas |
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... nature he display'd In verse albeit uncouth , and simple strain ; Ne mote he well be seen , so thick the shade Which elms and aged oaks had all around him made . -ROBERT LLOYD * Spenser and Milton . TO CHAUCER Chaucer , O how I wish ...
... nature he display'd In verse albeit uncouth , and simple strain ; Ne mote he well be seen , so thick the shade Which elms and aged oaks had all around him made . -ROBERT LLOYD * Spenser and Milton . TO CHAUCER Chaucer , O how I wish ...
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... nature of the soil Before it can put forth its blossoming : Be with me in the summer days , and I Will for thine honour and his pleasure try . -JOHN KEATS SPENSER Sweet was the youth of virgin Poesy , That 27 The Lay of the Laureate Sonnet.
... nature of the soil Before it can put forth its blossoming : Be with me in the summer days , and I Will for thine honour and his pleasure try . -JOHN KEATS SPENSER Sweet was the youth of virgin Poesy , That 27 The Lay of the Laureate Sonnet.
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... Nature selfe had made To mock her selfe , and Truth to imitate , With kindly counter under Mimick shade , Our ... natural brain , As strong conception , and as clear a rage , As any one that trafficked with the Stage ! -MICHAEL DRAYTON ...
... Nature selfe had made To mock her selfe , and Truth to imitate , With kindly counter under Mimick shade , Our ... natural brain , As strong conception , and as clear a rage , As any one that trafficked with the Stage ! -MICHAEL DRAYTON ...
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... their prime , When , like Apollo , he came forth to warm Our ears ; or , like a Mercury , to charm . Nature herself was proud of his designs ; And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines ! Which were so richly spun , and woven so fit 34.
... their prime , When , like Apollo , he came forth to warm Our ears ; or , like a Mercury , to charm . Nature herself was proud of his designs ; And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines ! Which were so richly spun , and woven so fit 34.
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... Nature's family . 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 ...
... Nature's family . 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 ...
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ALEXANDER POPE ALFRED TENNYSON beauty BEN JONSON beneath bloom breast breath bright brow charm Chaucer clouds COLERIDGE COWPER dark dead death divine doth dream Dryden earth eternal eyes fair fame fancy fear fire flame flowers GEORGE MEREDITH glory glow grave hath hear heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW human immortal JOHN KEATS JONSON laurel life's light live LORD BYRON LORD TENNYSON lyre melody Mifflin Milton mind mortal mournful muse Nature's ne'er never night numbers o'er PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY POESY poet poet's Poetry praise rhyme ROBERT BROWNING ROBERT BURNS SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE sang Shakespeare shine silent sing smile song soul Southey Spenser spirit stars strain sublime sweet tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought throne thunder tongue truth verse voice WALTER WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR wandering Warwickshire wild WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings youth
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Página 212 - He is a portion of the loveliness Which once he made more lovely: he doth bear His part, while the one Spirit's plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there, All new successions to the forms they wear; Torturing th...
Página 214 - And gray walls moulder round, on which dull Time Feeds, like slow fire upon a hoary brand; And one keen pyramid with wedge sublime, Pavilioning the dust of him who planned This refuge for his memory, doth stand Like flame transformed to marble; and beneath A field is spread, on which a newer band Have pitched in Heaven's smile their camp of death, Welcoming him we lose with scarce extinguished breath.
Página 132 - A TROUBLE, not of clouds, or weeping rain, Nor of the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height : Spirits of Power, assembled there, complain For kindred Power departing from their sight ; While Tweed, best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again. Lift up your hearts, ye Mourners ! for the might Of the whole world's good wishes with him goes ; Blessings and prayers, in nobler retinue Than sceptred king or laurelled conqueror knows...
Página 43 - OTHERS abide our question. Thou art free. We ask and ask — Thou smilest and art still, Out-topping knowledge. For the loftiest hill, Who to the stars uncrowns his majesty, Planting his steadfast footsteps in the sea, Making the heaven of heavens his dwelling-place, Spares but the cloudy border of his base To the...
Página 214 - Here pause: these graves are all too young as yet To have outgrown the sorrow which consigned Its charge to each; and if the seal is set, Here, on one fountain of a mourning mind, Break it not thou ! too surely shalt thou find Thine own well full, if thou returnest home, Of tears and gall. From the world's bitter wind Seek shelter in the shadow of the tomb. What Adonais is, why fear we to become?
Página 37 - This pencil take, (she said,) whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine too these golden keys, immortal Boy ! This can unlock the gates of joy; Of horror that...
Página 59 - THREE Poets, in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn. The first in loftiness of thought surpassed; The next in majesty •, In both the last. The force of Nature could no further go ; To make a third, she joined the former two.
Página 214 - Pass, till the Spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access, Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread...
Página 97 - And now, what time ye all may read through dimming tears his story, How discord on the music fell and darkness on the glory, And how when, one by one, sweet sounds and wandering lights departed, He wore no less a loving face because so brokenhearted...
Página 19 - CHAUCER. AN old man in a lodge within a park ; The chamber walls depicted all around With portraitures of huntsman, hawk, and hound, And the hurt deer. He listeneth to the lark, Whose song comes with the sunshine through the dark Of painted glass in leaden lattice bound ; He listeneth and he laugheth at the sound, sea 354 Then writeth in a book like any clerk.