The English LyricHoughton Mifflin, 1913 - 335 Seiten |
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... lyric is not the only kind of poetry that deals with human emotion ; for close beside it stands the drama with its picture of complex human life and passion in action and interaction . The lyric deals with passion and.
... lyric is not the only kind of poetry that deals with human emotion ; for close beside it stands the drama with its picture of complex human life and passion in action and interaction . The lyric deals with passion and.
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... kind , we meet with three little snatches of song , all of them set to music . Two retain a shadow of the Anglo - Saxon melancholy ; the third is the famous " Cuckoo Song . " Summer is icumen in , Lhude sing cuccu , Groweth sed and ...
... kind , we meet with three little snatches of song , all of them set to music . Two retain a shadow of the Anglo - Saxon melancholy ; the third is the famous " Cuckoo Song . " Summer is icumen in , Lhude sing cuccu , Groweth sed and ...
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... kind.1 In Scotland Dunbar had but one rival , Gawain Douglas , translator of the Eneid , a learned humanist to whom poetry was one of the diversions of rhetoric . Stephen Hawes , too , in England similarly practised poetry as a ...
... kind.1 In Scotland Dunbar had but one rival , Gawain Douglas , translator of the Eneid , a learned humanist to whom poetry was one of the diversions of rhetoric . Stephen Hawes , too , in England similarly practised poetry as a ...
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... kind he is grotesque , allegorical , and didactic . But Skelton is likewise a poet , disclosing at times a lyrical note and power of music , the more remarkable that he produced his effects with the old tumbling metres , and appears to ...
... kind he is grotesque , allegorical , and didactic . But Skelton is likewise a poet , disclosing at times a lyrical note and power of music , the more remarkable that he produced his effects with the old tumbling metres , and appears to ...
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... kind of verse as " the jigging vein of riming mother wits . " Indeed , with popular poetry such as this and Chaucerians more medieval than was ever Chaucer a hundred and twenty years before , there was little pro- mise in the early days ...
... kind of verse as " the jigging vein of riming mother wits . " Indeed , with popular poetry such as this and Chaucerians more medieval than was ever Chaucer a hundred and twenty years before , there was little pro- mise in the early days ...
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Seite 77 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day Is fairer far in May; Although it fall and die that night, It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see, And in short measures life may perfect be.
Seite 119 - The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er; So calm are we when passions are no more. For then we know how vain it was to boast Of fleeting things, so certain to be lost. Clouds of affection from our younger eyes Conceal that emptiness which age descries. The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made: Stronger by weakness, wiser men become As they draw near to their eternal home.
Seite 205 - With wide-embracing love Thy spirit animates eternal years, Pervades and broods above, Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates, and rears. Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be, And Thou were left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee.
Seite 150 - Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward...
Seite 125 - Oh ! where shall I my true love find ? Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true, If my sweet William sails among the crew?
Seite 157 - THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES. I have had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days ; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have been laughing, I have been carousing, Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies ; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
Seite 178 - I saw pale kings, and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried — "La belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!" I saw their starved lips in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here On the cold hill's side.
Seite 45 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
Seite 77 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face; That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Seite 6 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things. There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
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