The English LyricHoughton Mifflin, 1913 - 335 Seiten |
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... late been denominated vers de société . Here , although , as one of its most successful exponents has put it , " a boudoir decorum is , or ought always to be , preserved ; where sentiment never surges into passion , and where humor ...
... late been denominated vers de société . Here , although , as one of its most successful exponents has put it , " a boudoir decorum is , or ought always to be , preserved ; where sentiment never surges into passion , and where humor ...
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... . The polite poet was late to emerge , and we may defer him and his work for the moment . The minstrelsy of the Middle Ages seems hardly more separable from the polite poetry of troubadour and trouvère than THE MEDIEVAL LYRIC 17.
... . The polite poet was late to emerge , and we may defer him and his work for the moment . The minstrelsy of the Middle Ages seems hardly more separable from the polite poetry of troubadour and trouvère than THE MEDIEVAL LYRIC 17.
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... late poets who have attempted the revival of things mediæval . Longer and less well sustained is the allegory of another poem wherein the poet fancies himself a careless youth treading his way " of a somers day , " his hawk on fist ...
... late poets who have attempted the revival of things mediæval . Longer and less well sustained is the allegory of another poem wherein the poet fancies himself a careless youth treading his way " of a somers day , " his hawk on fist ...
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... late version exists ( one sung by Henry VIII and his courtiers ) , from its recurrent refrain and other features the poem is doubtless of far earlier origin . The first stanza runs : Hey , troly loly lo , maid , whither go 24 THE ...
... late version exists ( one sung by Henry VIII and his courtiers ) , from its recurrent refrain and other features the poem is doubtless of far earlier origin . The first stanza runs : Hey , troly loly lo , maid , whither go 24 THE ...
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... form , of the ballade , which , as a matter of fact , was little practised in medieval Eng- land save by Chaucer and his followers . larger characteristics of this rich literature of late medi- æval THE MEDIEVAL LYRIC 25.
... form , of the ballade , which , as a matter of fact , was little practised in medieval Eng- land save by Chaucer and his followers . larger characteristics of this rich literature of late medi- æval THE MEDIEVAL LYRIC 25.
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Seite 83 - 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 127 - 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 67 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing...
Seite 184 - 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 156 - 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 133 - 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 163 - 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 51 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
Seite 83 - 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 10 - 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.