Notes to Palgrave's Golden Treasury of Songs and Lyrics, Books I-IVMacmillan, 1904 - 250 oldal Zawiera przypisy i komentarze do pierwszych czterech ksiąg antologii poezji angielskiej Golden treasury of songs and lyrics w wyborze Francisa Turnera Palgrave'a. |
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52. oldal
... speaks prologue and conducts the piece . Yet something still sur- vives from this dry caput mortuum of an ephemeral medley . The first lyric printed in the Golden Treasury , that gift - book to all children of our time , and vade mecum ...
... speaks prologue and conducts the piece . Yet something still sur- vives from this dry caput mortuum of an ephemeral medley . The first lyric printed in the Golden Treasury , that gift - book to all children of our time , and vade mecum ...
54. oldal
... speaks of their only rest as " a little sitting in the sun under the church wall , as the bell tolls thin and far in the mountain air . " A - sunning is properly ' on sunning , ' the uses of the preposition ' on ' being wider in early ...
... speaks of their only rest as " a little sitting in the sun under the church wall , as the bell tolls thin and far in the mountain air . " A - sunning is properly ' on sunning , ' the uses of the preposition ' on ' being wider in early ...
58. oldal
... speaks of the lips as " those coral ports of bliss " and " Lips , double port of love . " Port - gate , Lat . porta so used in Shakespeare , Coriolanus , v . vi . 6 , The city ports by this hath entered , " and Milton , Paradise Lost ...
... speaks of the lips as " those coral ports of bliss " and " Lips , double port of love . " Port - gate , Lat . porta so used in Shakespeare , Coriolanus , v . vi . 6 , The city ports by this hath entered , " and Milton , Paradise Lost ...
75. oldal
... speak , that else was dumb ! These are the arcs , the trophies I erect , That fortify thy name against old age ; And these thy sacred virtues must protect Against the Dark , and Time's consuming rage . Though th ' error of my youth in ...
... speak , that else was dumb ! These are the arcs , the trophies I erect , That fortify thy name against old age ; And these thy sacred virtues must protect Against the Dark , and Time's consuming rage . Though th ' error of my youth in ...
102. oldal
... speak harshly of thee , thy pain may plead for pity from Fate " ( F.T.P. ) . Or we may take the two lines as constituting the protasis , and the final couplet as the apodosis : " If there be any who speak harshly of thy pain , a pain ...
... speak harshly of thee , thy pain may plead for pity from Fate " ( F.T.P. ) . Or we may take the two lines as constituting the protasis , and the final couplet as the apodosis : " If there be any who speak harshly of thy pain , a pain ...
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Abbott adjective adverb Aeneid allusion anapaest ancient applied ballad beautiful Book called Chaucer cognate Coleridge Collins comp Comus couplet death denotes doth Dryden earth Elegy Elizabethan English epithet expression eyes F. T. Palgrave Faerie Faerie Queene favourite flowers French goddess Golden Treasury Gray Gray's Greek hath heart heaven hence Horace Hymn Nat iambic Il Pens Il Penseroso Keats King L'Alleg L'Allegro Lady Latin light lines Lycidas lyric meaning melancholy Metre Milton Muse Nature night noun original Palgrave Paradise Lost participle passage passion Pens Penseroso phrase Pindaric poem poet poet's poetical poetry probably Queen reference rhymes says Scottish seems sense Shakespeare SHAKESPEARE'S Sonnets Shelley Shelley's sing sleep song soul sound speaks Spenser spirit stanza star sweet syllable Tennyson thee thou thought Tovey trochaic trochee verb verse Virgil wind word Wordsworth written wrote Yarrow دو وو
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265. 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.
87. oldal - For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main. And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light; In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly, But westward, look, the land is bright.
71. oldal - You are my true and honourable wife; As dear to me, as are the ruddy drops That visit my sad heart.
107. oldal - Where wast thou when I laid the foundations of the earth ? Declare, if thou hast understanding.
147. oldal - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished! Reply, reply. It is engendered in the eyes. With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell : I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell.
193. oldal - Ring out, ye crystal spheres! Once bless our human ears, If ye have power to touch our senses so; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time; And let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow, And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
203. oldal - At this moment he was unfortunately called out by a person on business from Porlock, and detained by him above an hour, and on his return to his room, found, to his no small surprise and mortification, that though he still retained some vague and dim recollection of the general purport of the vision, yet, with the exception of some eight or ten scattered lines and images, all the rest had passed away like the images on the surface of a stream into which a stone has been cast, but, alas! without the...
118. oldal - Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way, And merrily hent the stile-a : A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a.
297. oldal - It may be safely affirmed that there neither is, nor can be, any essential difference between the language of prose and metrical composition.
103. oldal - The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chaunt it : it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.