The English Poets: Chaucer to DonneThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1880 - English poetry |
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... 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 course been admitted . Two points seem to require a word of notice — vi PREFACE .
... 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 course been admitted . Two points seem to require a word of notice — vi PREFACE .
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Thomas Humphry Ward. Two points seem to require a word of notice — the order and the orthography . The first is approximately chronological ; for in this matter it was found impossible to follow any rigid rule . To go uniformly by the ...
Thomas Humphry Ward. Two points seem to require a word of notice — the order and the orthography . The first is approximately chronological ; for in this matter it was found impossible to follow any rigid rule . To go uniformly by the ...
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... seem artificial and tame beside it , and which are only matched by Shakespeare and Aristophanes . Here , where his largeness and freedom serve him so admi- rably , and also in those poems and songs , where to shrewdness he adds infinite ...
... seem artificial and tame beside it , and which are only matched by Shakespeare and Aristophanes . Here , where his largeness and freedom serve him so admi- rably , and also in those poems and songs , where to shrewdness he adds infinite ...
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... seems not to have known by name , he freely translated his two longest and , in a sense , greatest poems , Troylus and Criseyde and The Knightes Tale ; and it is possible , though by no means certain , that the framework of the ...
... seems not to have known by name , he freely translated his two longest and , in a sense , greatest poems , Troylus and Criseyde and The Knightes Tale ; and it is possible , though by no means certain , that the framework of the ...
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... seems to extend . Not only is there no trace in him of that ' religion of Nature ' which is so powerful a factor in modern poetry , but there is nothing that in the least resembles those elaborate backgrounds in which the genius of ...
... seems to extend . Not only is there no trace in him of that ' religion of Nature ' which is so powerful a factor in modern poetry , but there is nothing that in the least resembles those elaborate backgrounds in which the genius of ...
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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.