The English Poets, Nide 2Macmillan, 1885 |
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Sivu 35
... human sense in sin that lowers . What soul can be so sick which by thy songs , Attir'd in sweetness , sweetly is not driven Quite to forget earth's turmoils , spites , and wrongs , And lift a reverent eye and thought to heaven ? Sweet ...
... human sense in sin that lowers . What soul can be so sick which by thy songs , Attir'd in sweetness , sweetly is not driven Quite to forget earth's turmoils , spites , and wrongs , And lift a reverent eye and thought to heaven ? Sweet ...
Sivu 61
... humanity ; in the other their remoteness from common motives is bewildering . The strangeness of the passions which Ford brings into conflict mars the effect of his two great tragedies as artistic wholes ; we do not turn from them with ...
... humanity ; in the other their remoteness from common motives is bewildering . The strangeness of the passions which Ford brings into conflict mars the effect of his two great tragedies as artistic wholes ; we do not turn from them with ...
Sivu 76
... human shape to win his love , Or with the western swains for glory strove . He sung th ' heroic knights of Faiery - land In lines so elegant , of such command , That had the Thracian played but half so well , He had not left Eurydice in ...
... human shape to win his love , Or with the western swains for glory strove . He sung th ' heroic knights of Faiery - land In lines so elegant , of such command , That had the Thracian played but half so well , He had not left Eurydice in ...
Sivu 87
... human being . But the cap fitted some one in high place , and Wither had to expiate his plain spokenness by a rigorous confinement . After his liberation he renewed more intimately than ever his friendship with Browne , and in 1615 ...
... human being . But the cap fitted some one in high place , and Wither had to expiate his plain spokenness by a rigorous confinement . After his liberation he renewed more intimately than ever his friendship with Browne , and in 1615 ...
Sivu 168
... small a character , Remov'd far from our human sight , But if we steadfast look . We shall discern In it as in some holy book , How man may heavenly knowledge learn It tells the conqueror , That far - stretched power 168 THE ENGLISH POETS .
... small a character , Remov'd far from our human sight , But if we steadfast look . We shall discern In it as in some holy book , How man may heavenly knowledge learn It tells the conqueror , That far - stretched power 168 THE ENGLISH POETS .
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Muita painoksia - Näytä kaikki
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Absalom and Achitophel Æneid beauty Ben Jonson born breast breath bright Carew Castara Comus conceits Cowley crown death delight died divine dost doth Dryden earth EDMUND W English English poetry eternal eyes fair fame fancy fate fear fire flame flowers Giles Fletcher glory Gondibert grace hand happy hast hath heart heaven hell Herbert Herrick hill honour Hudibras Inner Temple Jonson king kiss Lady light live Lord lost Lycidas Milton mind mistress Muse nature never night nymphs o'er once Paradise Paradise Lost Paradise Regained passion Perilla Pindar pleasure poems poet poetic poetry praise pride reign rose sacred shade shepherds shine sighs sight sing sleep song sonnet soul spirit stars sweet tears thee thine things thou thought tree verse Waller wanton weep winds wings write youth
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Sivu 313 - And bring all heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Sivu 176 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover ? Prithee, why so pale ? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail ? Prithee, why so pale ? Why so dull and mute, young sinner?
Sivu 14 - DRINK to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Sivu 216 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Sivu 386 - s made To a green thought in a green shade. Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide : There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets and claps its silver wings, And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light.
Sivu 324 - Through the dear might of Him that walk'd the waves ; Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love.
Sivu 455 - A daring pilot in extremity, Pleased with the danger, when the waves went high, He sought the storms ; but, for a calm unfit, Would steer too nigh the sands to boast his wit.
Sivu 299 - I am now indebted, as being a work not to be raised from the heat of youth, or the vapours of wine, like that which flows at waste from the pen of some vulgar amourist, or the trencher fury of a rhyming parasite ; nor to be obtained by the invocation of dame Memory and her siren daughters ; but by devout prayer to that eternal spirit, who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases...
Sivu 311 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy 'divine, 100 Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskined stage. But, O sad Virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower, Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as warbled to the string Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what Love did seek.
Sivu 326 - AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold; Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not; in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks.