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... there are innumerable volumes of ' Beauties ' of a more or less unsatisfactory kind ; there are Selections from single poets ; there are a few admirable volumes , like that of Mr. Palgrave , which deal with special departments of our ...
... there are innumerable volumes of ' Beauties ' of a more or less unsatisfactory kind ; there are Selections from single poets ; there are a few admirable volumes , like that of Mr. Palgrave , which deal with special departments of our ...
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... there can be no more useful help for discovering what poetry belongs to the class of the truly excellent , and can therefore do us most good , than to have always in one's mind lines and expressions of the great masters , and to apply ...
... there can be no more useful help for discovering what poetry belongs to the class of the truly excellent , and can therefore do us most good , than to have always in one's mind lines and expressions of the great masters , and to apply ...
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... There is a great deal of that sort of thing in Burns , and it is unsatisfactory , not because it is bacchanalian poetry , but because it has not that accent of sincerity which bacchanalian poetry , to do it justice , very often has . There ...
... There is a great deal of that sort of thing in Burns , and it is unsatisfactory , not because it is bacchanalian poetry , but because it has not that accent of sincerity which bacchanalian poetry , to do it justice , very often has . There ...
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... there is the application of ideas to life ! There is , undoubtedly . The doctrine of the last - quoted lines coincides almost exactly with what was the aim and end , Xenophon tells us , of all the teaching of Socrates . And the ...
... there is the application of ideas to life ! There is , undoubtedly . The doctrine of the last - quoted lines coincides almost exactly with what was the aim and end , Xenophon tells us , of all the teaching of Socrates . And the ...
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... there- fore ; and his manner of rendering what he sees is to match . But we must note , at the same time , his great ... there is more than hideousness and squalor , there is bestiality ; yet the piece is a superb poetic success . It has ...
... there- fore ; and his manner of rendering what he sees is to match . But we must note , at the same time , his great ... there is more than hideousness and squalor , there is bestiality ; yet the piece is a superb poetic success . It has ...
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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?