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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... round him , he is , as we said , a man of letters , the friend of Drayton and Sir William Alexander , and the entertainer of Ben Jonson . Drummond is a literary and even learned poet . With Alex- ander , he deliberately preferred to ...
... round him , he is , as we said , a man of letters , the friend of Drayton and Sir William Alexander , and the entertainer of Ben Jonson . Drummond is a literary and even learned poet . With Alex- ander , he deliberately preferred to ...
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... round What is from ruin free ? The elements which be At variance , as we see , Each th ' other doth confound : The earth and air make war , The fire and water are Still wrestling at debate , All those through cold and heat Through ...
... round What is from ruin free ? The elements which be At variance , as we see , Each th ' other doth confound : The earth and air make war , The fire and water are Still wrestling at debate , All those through cold and heat Through ...
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... round about To find the evenest channel out . And if thou wilt go with me , Leaving mortal company , In the cool streams shalt thou lie , Free from harm as well as I ; I will give thee for thy food No fish that useth in the mud , But ...
... round about To find the evenest channel out . And if thou wilt go with me , Leaving mortal company , In the cool streams shalt thou lie , Free from harm as well as I ; I will give thee for thy food No fish that useth in the mud , But ...
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... round about with spies , Never dreaming loose desires , Doting at the altar dies ; Ilion , in a short hour , higher He can build , and once more fire . II . SONG TO BACCHUS . God Lyæus , ever young , Ever renown'd , ever sung ; Stain'd ...
... round about with spies , Never dreaming loose desires , Doting at the altar dies ; Ilion , in a short hour , higher He can build , and once more fire . II . SONG TO BACCHUS . God Lyæus , ever young , Ever renown'd , ever sung ; Stain'd ...
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... round ; For joy thus our wenches we follow . Wind jolly huntsmen , your neat bugles shrilly , Hounds make a lusty cry ; Spring up , you falconers , partridges freely , Then let your brave hawks fly ! Horses amain , Over ridge , over ...
... round ; For joy thus our wenches we follow . Wind jolly huntsmen , your neat bugles shrilly , Hounds make a lusty cry ; Spring up , you falconers , partridges freely , Then let your brave hawks fly ! Horses amain , Over ridge , over ...
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Absalom and Achitophel Æneid beauty Ben Jonson born breast breath bright Carew Castara Catullus Comus conceits Cowley Crashaw crown death delight died dost doth Dryden earth EDMUND W English eternal eyes fair fame fancy fate fear fire flame flowers genius Giles Fletcher glory grace Habington hand happy hast hath heart heaven hell Herbert heroic couplet Herrick Hesperides hill honour Hudibras Inner Temple Jonson King kiss Lady light live Lord Lycidas Milton mind mistress Muse nature never night o'er once Paradise Paradise Lost Paradise Regained passion Perilla pleasure poems poet poetic poetry praise rhyme rose sacred satire shade shepherds shine sigh sing sleep song sonnet soul spirit spring stars sweet tears thee thine things thought unto verse Waller wanton weep WILLIAM HABINGTON winds wings Wither write youth
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334. 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.
313. 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.
216. 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.
312. 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.
182. 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.
216. 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,...
453. 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.
299. 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...
480. 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!
324. 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...