English PastoralsEdmund Kerchever Chambers Blackie & Son, 1895 - 280 páginas |
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... clearly marked and seemingly irrevocable an end . Pastoralism can now be reviewed as a whole from a distance sufficient to allow of all its parts falling into due proportion . If the " Ec- logue " , its favourite form , still shows ...
... clearly marked and seemingly irrevocable an end . Pastoralism can now be reviewed as a whole from a distance sufficient to allow of all its parts falling into due proportion . If the " Ec- logue " , its favourite form , still shows ...
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... clear springs bubbling up among tufts of myrtle and narcissus . There the cicala chirped at noonday , and the languid brown - limbed men and maidens kept watch over their little flocks of oxen or sheep or goats monotonously from dawn to ...
... clear springs bubbling up among tufts of myrtle and narcissus . There the cicala chirped at noonday , and the languid brown - limbed men and maidens kept watch over their little flocks of oxen or sheep or goats monotonously from dawn to ...
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... clear ecclesiastical signification , and it fell out naturally for Spenser or Milton to adapt to the bucolic forms their allegories of the religious life . And it was characteristic of the medley of ideas which everywhere distinguishes ...
... clear ecclesiastical signification , and it fell out naturally for Spenser or Milton to adapt to the bucolic forms their allegories of the religious life . And it was characteristic of the medley of ideas which everywhere distinguishes ...
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... clear of the exact point where discipleship ends and imitation begins . Just as the domineering individuality of Pope- " Made poetry a mere mechanic art , And every warbler has his tune by heart , " so , in the region of pastoral , the ...
... clear of the exact point where discipleship ends and imitation begins . Just as the domineering individuality of Pope- " Made poetry a mere mechanic art , And every warbler has his tune by heart , " so , in the region of pastoral , the ...
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... clearly his fellow - poet Bion , and in Virgil the fortunes of the poet himself are put in the mouth of Tityrus , while the adventures of his noble friends , Pollio and Gallus , are his frequent theme . The eclogues of Calpurnius are ...
... clearly his fellow - poet Bion , and in Virgil the fortunes of the poet himself are put in the mouth of Tityrus , while the adventures of his noble friends , Pollio and Gallus , are his frequent theme . The eclogues of Calpurnius are ...
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Términos y frases comunes
A. H. Bullen Arcadia Balliol College beauty birds bough bowers C. H. HERFORD Caelica Ceres cloth Colin College colour Corydon Crown 8vo Cuddy dance delight doth E. K. CHAMBERS earth Eclogue Edited England's Helicon English eyes F'cap 8vo fair flocks flowers Four Parts 4to garlands gentle golden grace green groves hath hear heart heaven hills Hobbinol honour JEROME HARRISON king kiss lambs lass leaves Let thy swans lilies live Lobbin Clout love's lovers Lubberkin Lycidas maid Makyne Melanthus merry morn mountains mourn Muses music Along let never Nico night nymphs o'er pastoral Patie Phillida Phillis Phoebus pipe plain play poems pretty queen rose shade sheep shepherd shepherdess sighs song sorrow Spenser sport spring swain sweet tears tell thee Theocritus thine thou thy bank thy swans sing Thyrsis tree tune unto volume wanton wawking Whilst wind woods youth
Pasajes populares
Página 93 - Yet nature is made better by no mean But nature makes that mean : so, over that art Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Página 195 - That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring ; Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string. Hence with denial vain, and coy excuse ; So may some gentle Muse With lucky words favour my destined urn ; 20 And as he passes turn, And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud.
Página 197 - O fountain Arethuse, and thou honoured flood, Smooth-sliding Mincius, crowned with vocal reeds, That strain I heard was of a higher mood. But now my oat proceeds, And listens to the Herald of the Sea, That came in Neptune's plea.
Página 89 - When daisies pied, and violets blue. And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue, Do paint the meadows with delight. The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men ; for thus sings he., Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Página 72 - Every thing did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone : She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity : 'Fie, fie, fie...
Página 91 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding: Sweet lovers love the spring.
Página 194 - Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. 5 Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due...
Página 76 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither — soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy-buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, — All these in me no means can move To come to thee and be thy Love.
Página 196 - Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream : Ah me ! I fondly dream, Had ye been there...
Página 93 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's wagon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets, dim But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can...