Poets on PoetsLady Strachey (Jane Maria) K. Paul, Trench, Trübner & Company, Limited, 1894 - 324 sivua |
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Sivu 11
... smile at fortune's choice . A hand , that taught what might be said in rime ; That reft Chaucer the glory of his wit— A mark , the which ( unperfected for time ) Some may approach , but never none shall hit . A tongue that served in ...
... smile at fortune's choice . A hand , that taught what might be said in rime ; That reft Chaucer the glory of his wit— A mark , the which ( unperfected for time ) Some may approach , but never none shall hit . A tongue that served in ...
Sivu 24
... hear him speak and sweetly smile , You were in Paradise the while . A sweet attractive kind of grace , A full assurance given by looks , Continual comfort in a face , The lineaments of Gospel 24 ROYDON . ROYDON, MATTHEW From An Elegy.
... hear him speak and sweetly smile , You were in Paradise the while . A sweet attractive kind of grace , A full assurance given by looks , Continual comfort in a face , The lineaments of Gospel 24 ROYDON . ROYDON, MATTHEW From An Elegy.
Sivu 36
... smiling : " Boy , " quoth he , " If you'll not play the wag , but I may see You ply your learning , I will shortly read Some poets to you . " Phoebus be my speed ! To't hard went I , when shortly he began , And first read to me honest ...
... smiling : " Boy , " quoth he , " If you'll not play the wag , but I may see You ply your learning , I will shortly read Some poets to you . " Phoebus be my speed ! To't hard went I , when shortly he began , And first read to me honest ...
Sivu 79
... smile ; fearful at plots so sad , Then laughing at our fear ; abused and glad To be abused ; affected with that truth Which we perceive is false , pleased in that ruth At which we start , and by elaborate play Tortured and tickled ; by ...
... smile ; fearful at plots so sad , Then laughing at our fear ; abused and glad To be abused ; affected with that truth Which we perceive is false , pleased in that ruth At which we start , and by elaborate play Tortured and tickled ; by ...
Sivu 89
... smiling birth , In that kind , came into the world all mirth , All point , all edge , all sharpness ; we did sit Sometimes five acts out in pure sprightful wit , Which flow'd in such true salt , that we did doubt In which scene we laugh ...
... smiling birth , In that kind , came into the world all mirth , All point , all edge , all sharpness ; we did sit Sometimes five acts out in pure sprightful wit , Which flow'd in such true salt , that we did doubt In which scene we laugh ...
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Adonais bard Beaumont Beaumont and Fletcher beauty Ben Jonson bold breath bright Burns Byron call'd charm Chaucer Coleridge Cowley dead dear death delight dost doth Drayton Dryden earth English envy eternal Euripides eyes fair fame fancy fear fire Fletcher flowers genius gentle glory Gondibert grace grave grief Grongar Hill hast hath hear heart heaven Hero and Leander honour immortal John Fletcher Jonson Keats Landor laurel Leigh Hunt light live lyre Maid's Tragedy mighty Milton mind mourn Muse ne'er never night noble numbers o'er passion poem poesy poet poet's poetry Pope praise rage rimes sacred scene Scott shade Shake Shakespeare Shelley shepherds Sidney sing smile soft song Sonnet soul Southey speare Spenser spirit stars strain sweet taught tears thee thine thou thought tongue truth tuneful verse voice Waller weep wild Wordsworth worth writ youth
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Sivu 260 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...
Sivu 72 - Ah BEN! Say how, or when Shall we thy guests Meet at those lyric feasts, Made at the Sun, The Dog, the Triple Tun ? Where we such clusters had, As made us nobly wild, not mad ; And yet each verse of thine Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine.
Sivu 299 - Ah, did you once see Shelley plain, And did he stop and speak to you, And did you speak to him again? How strange it seems and new!
Sivu 254 - Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep — He hath awakened from the dream of life. 'Tis we, who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings.
Sivu 78 - WHAT needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones The labour of an age in piled stones ? Or that his hallowed reliques should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid ? Dear son of memory, great heir of fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name ? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
Sivu 158 - To him the mighty mother did unveil Her awful face : the dauntless child Stretch'd forth his little arms and smiled. ' 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 l Of horror that, and thrilling fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
Sivu 258 - 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?
Sivu 103 - That Majesty which through thy Work doth Reign Draws the Devout, deterring the Profane. And things divine thou treat'st of in such state As them preserves, and thee, inviolate. At once delight and horror on us seize, Thou sing'st with so much gravity and ease; And above human flight dost soar aloft With Plume so strong, so equal, and so soft. The Bird nam'd from that Paradise you sing So never flags, but always keeps on Wing.
Sivu 209 - In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier ; Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear : Those days are gone — but beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy...
Sivu 224 - John Keats, who was killed off by one critique, Just as he really promised something great, If not intelligible, without Greek Contrived to talk about the gods of late, Much as they might have been supposed to speak. Poor fellow ! His was an untoward fate ; 'Tis strange the mind, that very fiery particle, Should let itself be snuffed out by an article.