The English LyricHoughton Mifflin, 1913 - 335 Seiten |
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... taste for social and poetical pleasures and stretched forth her patronage as far as the bounds of the language of France . Provençal troubadours came thus to live for protracted periods of time in England ; and Frenchmen and men of ...
... taste for social and poetical pleasures and stretched forth her patronage as far as the bounds of the language of France . Provençal troubadours came thus to live for protracted periods of time in England ; and Frenchmen and men of ...
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... and imaginatively wrought , leading on , in his imitators Italian and English , 1 See J. B. Fletcher , The Religion of Beauty in Women , New York , to the extravagance and bad taste known as " the 1911 . 38 THE ENGLISH LYRIC.
... and imaginatively wrought , leading on , in his imitators Italian and English , 1 See J. B. Fletcher , The Religion of Beauty in Women , New York , to the extravagance and bad taste known as " the 1911 . 38 THE ENGLISH LYRIC.
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Felix Emmanuel Schelling. to the extravagance and bad taste known as " the con- ceit . " It was Petrarch that Wyatt followed , not Dante . Fif- teen of the thirty - two sonnets of Wyatt are actual trans- lations of sonnets of Petrarch ...
Felix Emmanuel Schelling. to the extravagance and bad taste known as " the con- ceit . " It was Petrarch that Wyatt followed , not Dante . Fif- teen of the thirty - two sonnets of Wyatt are actual trans- lations of sonnets of Petrarch ...
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... taste of their time and bear eloquent testimony of the diffusiveness of literary taste and appreciation . The most striking figure in English poetry between Wyatt and Spenser is that of George Gascoigne , courtier , soldier , and poet ...
... taste of their time and bear eloquent testimony of the diffusiveness of literary taste and appreciation . The most striking figure in English poetry between Wyatt and Spenser is that of George Gascoigne , courtier , soldier , and poet ...
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... taste . Sidney lav- ished metaphor on his poetry , as on his prose , and failed at times , from a romantic spirit that could brook no restraint , to discriminate or exercise his taste . A similar obliviousness to the means of reaching ...
... taste . Sidney lav- ished metaphor on his poetry , as on his prose , and failed at times , from a romantic spirit that could brook no restraint , to discriminate or exercise his taste . A similar obliviousness to the means of reaching ...
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A. E. Housman admirable anthologies Arnold artistic Ballads beauty Blake Browning Burns Byron Carew Celtic revival century Charles charming classical Clough Coleridge conceit contemporary Cowley Crashaw critic Dante Gabriel Rossetti death diction Donne drama Dryden elegiac Elizabethan emotion England English lyrical English poet English poetry example exquisite famous feeling Fiona Macleod Francis Thompson Herrick ideals imagination inspiration Irish Italian Jonson Keats King later less literary literature lyrical poetry lyrists Matthew Arnold medieval metrical metrist Milton Miscellany narrative nature Oxford Oxford Movement passion pastoral Petrarch poems poet poet's poetic Pope popular praise pre-Raphaelite prose religious revival rime romantic Rossetti satire sense sentiment Shakespeare Shelley Sidney sincere sings song sonnet Spenser spirit stanza Swinburne Symons taste Tennyson theme things Thomas thou thought tion touch trouvère vers de société verse Victorian volume Waller William words Wordsworth Wordsworthian writing wrote Wyatt
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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.