The English Parnassus: An Anthology Chiefly of Longer PoemsClarendon Press, 1961 - 786 sivua |
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Sivu 113
... Natures family . Yet must I not give Nature all : Thy Art , My gentle Shakespeare , must enjoy a part . For though the Poets matter , Nature be , His Art doth give the fashion . And , that he , Who casts to write a living line , must ...
... Natures family . Yet must I not give Nature all : Thy Art , My gentle Shakespeare , must enjoy a part . For though the Poets matter , Nature be , His Art doth give the fashion . And , that he , Who casts to write a living line , must ...
Sivu 200
... Nature meant but fools . In search of wit these lose their common sense , And then turn Critics in their own defence : Each burns alike , who can , or cannot write , Or with a Rival's , or an Eunuch's spite . All fools have still an ...
... Nature meant but fools . In search of wit these lose their common sense , And then turn Critics in their own defence : Each burns alike , who can , or cannot write , Or with a Rival's , or an Eunuch's spite . All fools have still an ...
Sivu 202
... Nature's fountains scorn'd to draw : But when t ' examine ev'ry part he came , Nature and Homer were , he found , the same . Convinc'd , amaz'd , he checks the bold design : And rules as strict his labour'd verse confine , As if the ...
... Nature's fountains scorn'd to draw : But when t ' examine ev'ry part he came , Nature and Homer were , he found , the same . Convinc'd , amaz'd , he checks the bold design : And rules as strict his labour'd verse confine , As if the ...
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Arcite arms beauty beneath blood breast breath Burns Byron Camelot Chaucer cloud cold dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth Emelye eyes face fair fame fate fear flowers grace grief hand hast hath head hear heart heaven herte honour Jebusites King King Arthur lady Lady of Shalott light live look lord Lycidas mighty Milton mind mordre Muse namore never night nymph o'er once Ovid Oxus pain pale PARNASSUS passion poem poet poetry Pope praise Rome rose round Rustum Saint Saturn seem'd seyde shal sing Sir Bedivere sleep smile Sohrab song sorrow soul sound spirit stars sterte stood stream sweet swich tears Tennyson Thebes thee ther Theseus thine things thou art thought thro trewely twas up-on voice weep whan whyl wild wind wolde words youth