The English Poets: Chaucer to DonneMacmillan, 1903 |
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Página xvii
... rest is a world of illusion , of divine illusion . Poetry attaches its emotion to the idea ; the The strongest part of our religion to - day is its unconscious poetry . ' idea is the fact . Let me be permitted to quote these words of my ...
... rest is a world of illusion , of divine illusion . Poetry attaches its emotion to the idea ; the The strongest part of our religion to - day is its unconscious poetry . ' idea is the fact . Let me be permitted to quote these words of my ...
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... rest upon ; and with the increasing demands of our modern ages upon poetry , this virtue of giving us what we can rest upon will be more and more highly esteemed . A voice from the slums of Paris , fifty or sixty years after Chaucer ...
... rest upon ; and with the increasing demands of our modern ages upon poetry , this virtue of giving us what we can rest upon will be more and more highly esteemed . A voice from the slums of Paris , fifty or sixty years after Chaucer ...
Página xliv
... rest , in the Farewell to Nancy , is verbiage . We arrive best at the real estimate of Burns , I think , by con- ceiving his work as having truth of matter and truth of manner , but not the accent or the poetic virtue of the highest ...
... rest , in the Farewell to Nancy , is verbiage . We arrive best at the real estimate of Burns , I think , by con- ceiving his work as having truth of matter and truth of manner , but not the accent or the poetic virtue of the highest ...
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... rest myn eyë , so much gude It did my wofull hert , I yow assure That it was to me joye without mesure , And , at the last , my luke unto the hevin I threwe furthwith , and said thir versis sevin : O Venus clere ! of goddis stellifyit ...
... rest myn eyë , so much gude It did my wofull hert , I yow assure That it was to me joye without mesure , And , at the last , my luke unto the hevin I threwe furthwith , and said thir versis sevin : O Venus clere ! of goddis stellifyit ...
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... rest , 7 Beikand his breist and bellie at the sone , Under ane tree lay in the fair forrest , 10 9 Swa ' come ane trip of Myis out of thair nest , Rycht tait and trig 1o , all dansand in ane gyis 11 , And ouer the Lyoun lansit 12 twyis ...
... rest , 7 Beikand his breist and bellie at the sone , Under ane tree lay in the fair forrest , 10 9 Swa ' come ane trip of Myis out of thair nest , Rycht tait and trig 1o , all dansand in ane gyis 11 , And ouer the Lyoun lansit 12 twyis ...
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Página xlii - Guid faith, he mauna fa' that! For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will, for a' that, That sense and worth o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Página 463 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Página 453 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Página 460 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Página 351 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies ; How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries...
Página 452 - When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope...
Página xxvii - What though the field be lost? All is not lost; the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield: And what is else not to be overcome?
Página 489 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Página 462 - Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise.
Página 454 - So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain* jewels in the carcanet.