The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by Various Writers and a General Introduction by Matthew Arnold, 2. kötetThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1914 |
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14. oldal
... doth rise , Doth ask a drink divine : But might I of Jove's nectar sup , I would not change for thine . I sent thee late a rosy wreath , Not so much honouring thee , As giving it a hope , that there It could not withered be . But thou ...
... doth rise , Doth ask a drink divine : But might I of Jove's nectar sup , I would not change for thine . I sent thee late a rosy wreath , Not so much honouring thee , As giving it a hope , that there It could not withered be . But thou ...
15. oldal
... doth not stroke me , nor the other strike . ON LUCY , COUNTESS OF BEDFORD . This morning , timely rapt with holy fire , I thought to form unto my zealous Muse , What kind of creature I could most desire To honour , serve , and love , as ...
... doth not stroke me , nor the other strike . ON LUCY , COUNTESS OF BEDFORD . This morning , timely rapt with holy fire , I thought to form unto my zealous Muse , What kind of creature I could most desire To honour , serve , and love , as ...
16. oldal
... doth lie As much beauty as could die : Which in life did harbour give To more virtue than doth live . 1 These children ( called in the next reign Children of Her Majesty's Kevels ) were trained up to act before the Queen . Salathiel had ...
... doth lie As much beauty as could die : Which in life did harbour give To more virtue than doth live . 1 These children ( called in the next reign Children of Her Majesty's Kevels ) were trained up to act before the Queen . Salathiel had ...
17. oldal
... doth die ; And this security , It is the common moth That eats on wits and arts , and [ that ] 1 destroys them both . Are all the Aonian springs Dried up ? lies Thespia waste ? Doth Clarius ' harp want strings , That not a nymph now ...
... doth die ; And this security , It is the common moth That eats on wits and arts , and [ that ] 1 destroys them both . Are all the Aonian springs Dried up ? lies Thespia waste ? Doth Clarius ' harp want strings , That not a nymph now ...
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... doth ne'er advance The truth , but gropes , and urgeth all by chance ; Or crafty malice might pretend this praise , And think to ruin where it seemed to raise . These are , as some infámous bawd or whore Should praise a matron ; what ...
... doth ne'er advance The truth , but gropes , and urgeth all by chance ; Or crafty malice might pretend this praise , And think to ruin where it seemed to raise . These are , as some infámous bawd or whore Should praise a matron ; what ...
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Absalom and Achitophel beauty Ben Jonson born breast breath bright Britannia's Pastorals Browne Carew Castara charming Comus conceits crown death delight dost doth Dryden earth EDMUND W ENGLISH POETS eyes fair fame fancy fate fear fire flame Fletcher flowers GEORGE WITHER Giles Fletcher give glory golden grace hand happy hast hath heart heaven hell Herbert Hero and Leander Herrick hill honour Hudibras Inner Temple Jonson king kiss Lady light lines live Lord Lycidas Milton mind mistress Muse never night o'er odes once Paradise Paradise Lost Paradise Regained passion pleasure poems poet poet's poetic poetry praise rose shades shepherds shine sighs sing sleep SONG sonnet soul spirit spring stars stream sweet tears temple thee thine things THOMAS CAREW thou thought unto verse Waller wanton winds wings Wither write youth
Népszerű szakaszok
332. oldal - He scarce had ceased when the superior Fiend Was moving toward the shore ; his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast. The broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
311. oldal - And bring all heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
214. oldal - 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.
310. oldal - And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.
180. oldal - 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.
214. oldal - 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. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds ; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds : Your heads must come To the cold tomb ; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet,...
451. oldal - A daring pilot in extremity, Pleased with the danger, when the waves went high, He sought the storms ; but, for a calm unfit, Would steer too nigh the sands to boast his wit.
297. oldal - I am now indebted, as being a work not to be raised from the heat of youth, or the vapours of wine, like that which flows at waste from the pen of some vulgar amourist, or the trencher fury of a rhyming parasite ; nor to be obtained by the invocation of dame Memory and her siren daughters ; but by devout prayer to that eternal spirit, who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases...
478. oldal - And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain. Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew. Behold how they toss their torches on high. How they point to the Persian abodes, And glittering temples of their hostile gods!
322. oldal - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...