English odes, selected by E.W. Gosse |
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ix. oldal
... systems , and grew simpler still as it passed to Anacreon and the lesser Ætolian poets . This slighter form of ode is what we generally call the Horatian , because the Greek originals , which are known to us only in fragments.
... systems , and grew simpler still as it passed to Anacreon and the lesser Ætolian poets . This slighter form of ode is what we generally call the Horatian , because the Greek originals , which are known to us only in fragments.
x. oldal
... poet , Stesichorus , improved on the ode of Alcman by elaborating a triple movement , strophe answered by antistrophe and concluded by the epode . Simonides went further still , and adapted this elaborate ode - form to the newly ...
... poet , Stesichorus , improved on the ode of Alcman by elaborating a triple movement , strophe answered by antistrophe and concluded by the epode . Simonides went further still , and adapted this elaborate ode - form to the newly ...
xi. oldal
... poet's art to its utmost , yet never released him from its bondage . At the revival of learning the rules of Greek ... poets contented themselves with writing odes , even in Greek , in those simpler Ætolian measures , the form of which ...
... poet's art to its utmost , yet never released him from its bondage . At the revival of learning the rules of Greek ... poets contented themselves with writing odes , even in Greek , in those simpler Ætolian measures , the form of which ...
xiv. oldal
... poet cannot be trusted we glance across the page and find : — Ladies , let not your emulous stomachs swell To hear perfection crowned . The only ode by a " 6 son " of Ben Jonson which preserves throughout a Latin dignity of style , is ...
... poet cannot be trusted we glance across the page and find : — Ladies , let not your emulous stomachs swell To hear perfection crowned . The only ode by a " 6 son " of Ben Jonson which preserves throughout a Latin dignity of style , is ...
xv. oldal
... poet , and still more remarkable rhetorician , produced , by an error in criticism , a whole class of poetry which flourished more or less vigorously almost until our own times . While he was in exile with the Royalist court in France ...
... poet , and still more remarkable rhetorician , produced , by an error in criticism , a whole class of poetry which flourished more or less vigorously almost until our own times . While he was in exile with the Royalist court in France ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
angel ANNE KILLIGREW antistrophe Bacchus beneath blessed bliss Boileau bower breath bright CHORUS clouds crown curious fools dark death deep delight divine dost doth dreadful dreams e'er ears earth echo ring epode eternal eyes fair fair music fame fate fear fire flowers foes France glory golden goodly grace hand happy harmony hast hath hear heard heart heaven heavenly holy honour Hyades Hymen kings leave les leopards les monceaux light loud lovely band lyre maid melodious mighty mortal mourn Muse Namur ne'er night numbers nymphs o'er pain Pindar pleasure poem poet praise quire round sacred Sambre sighed and looked sing skies sleep soft solemn song soul sound spirit star sung sweet tears thee thine things thou thought throne Timotheus unto vermil verse voice waves winds wings woods may answer woods them answer
Népszerű szakaszok
218. oldal - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
183. oldal - Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower: Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view...
65. oldal - Now strike the golden lyre again ; A louder yet, and yet a louder strain. Break his bands of sleep asunder, And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark, the horrid sound Has raised up his head ; As awaked from the dead, And amazed, he stares around. Revenge, revenge...
185. oldal - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
219. oldal - But when the melancholy fit shall fall Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud, That fosters the droop-headed flowers all, And hides the green hill in an April shroud; Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose, Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave, Or on the wealth of globed peonies ; Or if thy mistress some rich anger shows, Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave, And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.
101. oldal - On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood. Robed in the sable garb of woe. With haggard eyes the poet stood; (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Streamed, like a meteor, to the troubled air), And with a master's hand, and prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
207. oldal - My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: "Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
22. oldal - This is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring...
208. oldal - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
67. oldal - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarg'd the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown ; He raised a mortal to the skies, She drew an angel down.