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... give a complete history of English poetry — if it had been so , many names that we have passed over would have been admitted . It has been , to collect as many of the best and most characteristic of their writings as should fully ...
... give a complete history of English poetry — if it had been so , many names that we have passed over would have been admitted . It has been , to collect as many of the best and most characteristic of their writings as should fully ...
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... gives us a human personage no longer , but a God seated immovable amidst his perfect work , like Jupiter on Olympus ; and hardly will it be possible for the young student , to whom such work is exhibited INTRODUCTION . xxi The Editor.
... gives us a human personage no longer , but a God seated immovable amidst his perfect work , like Jupiter on Olympus ; and hardly will it be possible for the young student , to whom such work is exhibited INTRODUCTION . xxi The Editor.
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... gives to the Chanson de Roland . If our words are to have any meaning , if our judgments are to have any solidity , we must not heap that supreme praise upon poetry of an order immeasurably inferior . Indeed there can be no more useful ...
... gives to the Chanson de Roland . If our words are to have any meaning , if our judgments are to have any solidity , we must not heap that supreme praise upon poetry of an order immeasurably inferior . Indeed there can be no more useful ...
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... before us , to feel the degree in which a high poetical quality is present or wanting there . Critics give themselves great labour to draw out what in the abstract constitutes the characters of a high quality INTRODUCTION . xxvii.
... before us , to feel the degree in which a high poetical quality is present or wanting there . Critics give themselves great labour to draw out what in the abstract constitutes the characters of a high quality INTRODUCTION . xxvii.
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... give some critical account of them , we may safely , perhaps , venture on laying down , not indeed how and why the characters arise , but where and in what they arise . They are in the matter and substance of the poetry , and they are ...
... give some critical account of them , we may safely , perhaps , venture on laying down , not indeed how and why the characters arise , but where and in what they arise . They are in the matter and substance of the poetry , and they are ...
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Aeneid Astrophel and Stella ballads beauty Caelica Canterbury Tales Chaucer Clerk Saunders Confessio Amantis dead death delight doth drede Edom English eyes Faery Queen fair fayre flour flowers Glasgerion gold grace grene gret grete gude hart hast hath heart heaven herte hire honour king lady live Lord lovers Lydgate Lyoun mede mind mony myght never night nocht nought passion Petrarch poem poet poetical poetry Quhat Quhen quhilk quod quoth rhyme royal rich Robin Robin Hood sall sayd sche scho Scotch seyde shal Sidney Sidney's sight sing song sonnets sorwe Spenser suld sweet swete swich thair thay thee ther thing THOMAS OCCLEVE thou thought thow Timor Mortis conturbat Troylus true truth tyme unto Venus verse whan wight wolde word write wyth
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Página 459 - 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 449 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Página 448 - When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope...
Página 450 - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live.
Página 485 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Página 458 - Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise.
Página 450 - So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain* jewels in the carcanet.
Página xiii - THE future of poetry is immense, because in poetry, where it is worthy of its high destinies, our race, as time goes on, will find an ever surer and surer stay. There is not a creed which is not shaken, not an accredited dogma which is not shown to be questionable, not a received tradition which does not threaten to dissolve.
Página 347 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies : How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries?
Página 423 - Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet: Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye?