Chaucer to DonneThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1880 - English poetry |
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Page xvii
... rest is a world of illusion , of divine illusion . Poetry attaches its emotion to the idea ; the idea is the fact . The strongest part of our religion to - day is its unconscious poetry . ' Let me be permitted to quote these words of my ...
... rest is a world of illusion , of divine illusion . Poetry attaches its emotion to the idea ; the idea is the fact . The strongest part of our religion to - day is its unconscious poetry . ' Let me be permitted to quote these words of my ...
Page xxxv
... rest upon ; and with the increasing demands of our modern ages upon poetry , this virtue of giving us what we can rest upon will be more and more highly esteemed . A voice from the slums of Paris , fifty or sixty years after Chaucer ...
... rest upon ; and with the increasing demands of our modern ages upon poetry , this virtue of giving us what we can rest upon will be more and more highly esteemed . A voice from the slums of Paris , fifty or sixty years after Chaucer ...
Page xliv
... rest , in the Farewell to Nancy , is verbiage . We arrive best at the real estimate of Burns , I think , by con- ceiving his work as having truth of matter and truth of manner , but not the accent or the poetic virtue of the highest ...
... rest , in the Farewell to Nancy , is verbiage . We arrive best at the real estimate of Burns , I think , by con- ceiving his work as having truth of matter and truth of manner , but not the accent or the poetic virtue of the highest ...
Page 135
... rest myn eyë , so much gude It did my wofull hert , I yow assure That it was to me joye without mesure , And , at the last , my luke unto the hevin I threwe furthwith , and said thir versis sevin : O Venus clere ! of goddis stellifyit ...
... rest myn eyë , so much gude It did my wofull hert , I yow assure That it was to me joye without mesure , And , at the last , my luke unto the hevin I threwe furthwith , and said thir versis sevin : O Venus clere ! of goddis stellifyit ...
Page 141
... rest , Beikand his breist and bellie at the sone , Under ane tree lay in the fair forrest , 9 Swa3 come ane trip of Myis out of thair nest , Rycht tait and trig 10 , all dansand in ane gyis " , And ouer the Lyoun lansit 12 twyis or ...
... rest , Beikand his breist and bellie at the sone , Under ane tree lay in the fair forrest , 9 Swa3 come ane trip of Myis out of thair nest , Rycht tait and trig 10 , all dansand in ane gyis " , And ouer the Lyoun lansit 12 twyis or ...
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Aeneid Astrophel and Stella ballads beauty behold bliss Caelica Chaucer Clerk Saunders Creusa dead dear death delight doth Edom Elizabethan England's Helicon English eyes Faery Queen fair fayre fear flowers genius Glasgerion gold grace gret grief gude hand hart hast hath heart heaven herte hire honour king Kinmont Willie lady light live Lord lovers Marlowe mind mony never night nocht nought passion Petrarch play pleasure poems poet poetical poetry praise Quhat Quhen Quhilk quoth rich Robin Robin Hood sall satire sche Scotch Shakespeare Sidney Sidney's sighs sight sing sleep song sonnets sorrow soul Spenser sweet Tamburlaine tell thair thay thee ther thine thing thou thought thow Timor Mortis conturbat true unto Venus Venus and Adonis verse virtue whan wolde words write
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Page 445 - 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 452 - 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 444 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Page 444 - 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 xlii - Faith, he maunna fa' that! For a' that, and a' that; Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks 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
Page 446 - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live.
Page 343 - 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 442 - Proving his beauty by succession thine! This were to be new made when thou art old, And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.
Page 457 - 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 xxvii - What though the field be lost? All is not lost; the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield: And what is else not to be overcome?