The English Poets: Chaucer to DonneThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1880 - English poetry |
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Page vii
... follow any rigid rule . To go uniformly by the date , either of birth or pub- lication , would be in many cases misleading ; for we often find a poet not beginning to write till after the death of some younger contemporary , and oftener ...
... follow any rigid rule . To go uniformly by the date , either of birth or pub- lication , would be in many cases misleading ; for we often find a poet not beginning to write till after the death of some younger contemporary , and oftener ...
Page xvii
... follow . We are here invited to trace the stream of English poetry . But whether we set ourselves , as here , to follow only one of the several streams that make the mighty river of poetry , or whether we seek to know them all , our ...
... follow . We are here invited to trace the stream of English poetry . But whether we set ourselves , as here , to follow only one of the several streams that make the mighty river of poetry , or whether we seek to know them all , our ...
Page xxix
... follow rapidly from the commencement the course of our English poetry with them in my view . Once more I return to the early poetry of France , with which our own poetry , in its origins , is indissolubly connected . In the twelfth and ...
... follow rapidly from the commencement the course of our English poetry with them in my view . Once more I return to the early poetry of France , with which our own poetry , in its origins , is indissolubly connected . In the twelfth and ...
Page xxx
... follows : - ' Or vous ert par ce livre apris , Que Gresse ot de chevalerie Le premier los et de clergie ; Puis vint chevalerie à Rome , Et de la clergie la some , Qui ore est en France venue . Diex doinst qu'ele i soit retenue , Et que ...
... follows : - ' Or vous ert par ce livre apris , Que Gresse ot de chevalerie Le premier los et de clergie ; Puis vint chevalerie à Rome , Et de la clergie la some , Qui ore est en France venue . Diex doinst qu'ele i soit retenue , Et que ...
Page xxxii
... follow the tradition of the liquid diction , the fluid movement , of Chaucer ; at one time it is his liquid diction of which in these poets we feel the virtue , and at another time it is his fluid movement . And the virtue is ...
... follow the tradition of the liquid diction , the fluid movement , of Chaucer ; at one time it is his liquid diction of which in these poets we feel the virtue , and at another time it is his fluid movement . And the virtue is ...
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Aeneid Astrophel and Stella ballads beauty behold bliss Caelica Chaucer Clerk Saunders dead dear death delight doth Elizabethan England's Helicon English Euphuists eyes Faery Queen fair fayre fear flowers genius Glasgerion gold grace grief gude hand hart hast hath heart heaven herte hire honour king lady light live Lord love's lovers Marlowe Marlowe's mind mony never night nocht nought passion Petrarch plays pleasure poems poet poetical poetry praise Quhat Quhen quhilk quoth rich Robin Robin Hood sall sche Scotch Shakespeare Sidney Sidney's sighs sight sing sleep song sonnet 26 sonnets sorrow Spenser sweet Tamburlaine tears tell thair thay thee ther thine thing thou thought thow Timor Mortis conturbat true unto Venus Venus and Adonis verse virtue weep whan wolde words writings youth
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page xxxix - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Page xxxviii - For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that ; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Page 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?
Page 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.
Page 461 - 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 456 - tis true, I have gone here and there, And made myself a motley to the view, Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear, Made old offences of affections new.
Page 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.
Page 461 - Under the greenwood tree * Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither : Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.* JAQ.