The Springs of Helicon: A Study in the Progress of English Poetry from Chaucer to Milton

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Longmans, Green, and Company, 1909 - 204 oldal
 

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188. oldal - Things vulgar, and, well weigh'd, scarce worth the praise ? They praise, and they admire, they know not what, And know not whom, but as one leads the other ; And what delight to be by such extoll'd, To live upon their tongues, and be their talk, Of whom to be dispraised were no small praise...
96. oldal - Full little knowest thou that hast not tried What hell it is in suing long to bide : To lose good days that might be better spent, To waste long nights in pensive discontent, To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow, To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow, To have thy prince's grace, yet want her peers...
90. oldal - Insuperable height of loftiest shade, Cedar, and pine, and fir, and branching palm, A sylvan scene, and as the ranks ascend Shade above shade, a woody theatre Of stateliest view.
156. oldal - Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth, and, with low-thoughted care, Confined and pestered in this pinfold here, Strive to keep up a frail and feverish being, Unmindful of the crown that Virtue gives, After this mortal change, to her true servants Amongst the enthroned gods on sainted seats.
166. oldal - And I answered again, and said unto him, What be these two olive branches which through the two golden pipes empty the golden oil out of themselves?
123. oldal - To th' instruments divine respondence meet; The silver-sounding instruments did meet With the base murmur of the water's fall; The water's fall with difference discreet, Now soft, now loud, unto the wind did call; The gentle warbling wind low answered to all.
155. oldal - BEFORE the starry threshold of Jove's court /My mansion is, where those immortal shapes Of bright aerial spirits live insphered In regions mild of calm and serene air...
65. oldal - UPON a time, before the faery broods Drove Nymph and Satyr from the prosperous woods, Before King Oberon's bright diadem, Sceptre, and mantle, clasp'd with dewy gem...
115. oldal - Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
163. oldal - I should much commend," says the excellent Sir Henry Wotton in a letter to Milton, "the tragical part if the lyrical did not ravish me with a certain Dorique delicacy in your songs and odes, whereunto, I must plainly confess to you, I have seen yet nothing parallel in our language.

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