English Poetry and PoetsEstes & Lauriat, 1890 - 506 páginas |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-5 de 33
Página 7
... original criticism . ― - In my eager and various reading I quoted and transposed for the benefit of my classes in English Poetry from many authors . It did not then seem necessary to retain in memory all the sources of my information ...
... original criticism . ― - In my eager and various reading I quoted and transposed for the benefit of my classes in English Poetry from many authors . It did not then seem necessary to retain in memory all the sources of my information ...
Página 20
... original vein of poetic feeling was in some measure destroyed . - The genuine successors of the Northern Scalds were the Anglo - Saxon minstrels , or gleemen , a distinct order of men who got their livelihood by singing verses at the ...
... original vein of poetic feeling was in some measure destroyed . - The genuine successors of the Northern Scalds were the Anglo - Saxon minstrels , or gleemen , a distinct order of men who got their livelihood by singing verses at the ...
Página 23
... original song . Blondel sings , — " Your beauty , lady fair , None views without delight , But still so cold an air No passion can excite ; Yet this I patient see , While all are shunned like me . " Richard completes the song , - " No ...
... original song . Blondel sings , — " Your beauty , lady fair , None views without delight , But still so cold an air No passion can excite ; Yet this I patient see , While all are shunned like me . " Richard completes the song , - " No ...
Página 38
... original matter . The memory of " Alfred the Truth - Teller , " coming down to us through the discords of the semi - barbarous ninth cen- tury , is like a strain of purest harmony ; and in all English history there is no sublimer life ...
... original matter . The memory of " Alfred the Truth - Teller , " coming down to us through the discords of the semi - barbarous ninth cen- tury , is like a strain of purest harmony ; and in all English history there is no sublimer life ...
Página 39
... original Anglo - Saxon , in which they are written , is barely intelligible , even to the scholar . " If it is not literally dumb , " says Craik , " its voice has for us of the present day entirely lost its music . When the study of ...
... original Anglo - Saxon , in which they are written , is barely intelligible , even to the scholar . " If it is not literally dumb , " says Craik , " its voice has for us of the present day entirely lost its music . When the study of ...
Otras ediciones - Ver todas
Términos y frases comunes
admiration ancient Anglo-Saxon ballads bard beauty Ben Jonson bonny mill-dams born Burns Cædmon century character Charles Lamb charms Chaucer Coleridge Coleridge's composition Comus conceived cotemporaries court critic death delight diction died divine doth drama dream Dryden elegance Elizabeth England English English language English poetry exquisite Faery Queen fair fancy father flowers genius grace hath heart heaven honor Hudibras humor imagination immortal Johnson King lady language Laodamia Leigh Hunt literary literature lived Lord mill-dams of Binnorie Milton mind minstrels moral Moral plays nature never night noble observed passion pathos Piers Ploughman plays poem poet poet's poetical poetry Pope popular pounds prose Protesilaus reign rhyme Roman says Scotland Scottish language sentiment Shakespeare sing song soul Southey Spenser spirit stanzas style sweet taste tender thee thou thought tion tragedy true verse versification Wordsworth writing wrote
Pasajes populares
Página 159 - Going to the Wars TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True; a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such, As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Página 247 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Página 191 - Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment? Sure something holy lodges in that breast, And with these raptures moves the vocal air To testify his hidden residence. How sweetly did they float upon the wings Of silence, through the empty-vaulted night, At every fall smoothing the raven down Of darkness till it smiled...
Página 361 - Seemed to have known a better day; The harp, his sole remaining joy. Was carried by an orphan boy. The last of all the Bards was he. Who sung of Border chivalry: For, welladay!
Página 146 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears ; and sometime voices, That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me ; that, when I wak'd, I cried to dream again.
Página 306 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. 'The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Página 131 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death.
Página 202 - Yet when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say, Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best.
Página 171 - The thirsty earth soaks up the rain, And drinks, and gapes for drink again. The plants suck in the earth, and are With constant drinking fresh and fair.
Página 185 - I was confirmed in this opinion, that he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things ought himself to be a true poem...