The English Poets: Selections with Critical IntroductionsThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1895 - English poetry |
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... nature of the case a play lends itself to selection less than any other form of literature . But where a play is only a play in name , like Comus or the Gentle Shepherd , we have not excluded it ; and songs from the dramatists have of ...
... nature of the case a play lends itself to selection less than any other form of literature . But where a play is only a play in name , like Comus or the Gentle Shepherd , we have not excluded it ; and songs from the dramatists have of ...
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... Nature Extract from the Teares of the Muses : Complaint of Thalia ( Comedy ) Sonnets • • • Epithalamion · • • • · · 284 287 · 289 290 · 293 296 · 298 Зос 305 · 313 · 315 317 · 322 · 326 330 · · 331 • · 333 SIR PHILIP SIDNEY ( 1554-1586 ) ...
... Nature Extract from the Teares of the Muses : Complaint of Thalia ( Comedy ) Sonnets • • • Epithalamion · • • • · · 284 287 · 289 290 · 293 296 · 298 Зос 305 · 313 · 315 317 · 322 · 326 330 · · 331 • · 333 SIR PHILIP SIDNEY ( 1554-1586 ) ...
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... nature and conduct of such a collection there is inevitably something which tends to obscure in us the consciousness of what our benefit should be , and to distract us from the pursuit of it . We should therefore steadily set t before ...
... nature and conduct of such a collection there is inevitably something which tends to obscure in us the consciousness of what our benefit should be , and to distract us from the pursuit of it . We should therefore steadily set t before ...
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... natural . It is evident how naturally the study of the history and development of a poetry may incline man to pause over reputations and works once conspicuous but now obscure , and to quarrel with a careless XX THE ENGLISH POETS .
... natural . It is evident how naturally the study of the history and development of a poetry may incline man to pause over reputations and works once conspicuous but now obscure , and to quarrel with a careless XX THE ENGLISH POETS .
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... natural ; yet a lively and accomplished critic , M. Charles d'Héricault , the editor of Clément Marot , goes too far when he says that ' the cloud of glory playing round a classic is a mist as dangerous to the future of a literature as ...
... natural ; yet a lively and accomplished critic , M. Charles d'Héricault , the editor of Clément Marot , goes too far when he says that ' the cloud of glory playing round a classic is a mist as dangerous to the future of a literature as ...
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Page 453 - 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.
Page 460 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide, Than public means, which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Page 454 - ... 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. So is the time that keeps you as my chest, Or as the wardrobe which the robe doth hide, To make some special instant special blest, By new unfolding his imprison'd pride.
Page 418 - With coral clasps and amber studs; And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Page 452 - 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...
Page 450 - When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer's green all girded up in sheaves, Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard ; Then of thy beauty do I question make, ' for store, ie to be preserved for use.
Page 451 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Page 453 - If thou survive my well-contented day, When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover, And shalt by fortune once more re-survey These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover, Compare them with the bettering of the time, And though they be outstripp'd by every pen, Reserve them for my love, not for their rime, Exceeded by the height of happier men.
Page 465 - Tu-whit, tu-who - a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl...
Page 533 - Clarence, in steel so bright, Though but a maiden knight, Yet in that furious fight, Scarce such another. Warwick in blood did wade, Oxford the foe invade, And cruel slaughter made, Still as they ran up; Suffolk his axe did ply, Beaumont and Willoughby Bare them right doughtily, Ferrers and Fanhope.