The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by Various Writers and a General Introduction, Volume 1Macmillan, 1895 - English poetry |
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... the personal estimate tends to mislond , ACH lock at him closely , he can bear it Many of his admirers will tell us that we have Bone , com- vivial , genuine , delightful , here : — the art of versification , Dryden and Pope are not.
... the personal estimate tends to mislond , ACH lock at him closely , he can bear it Many of his admirers will tell us that we have Bone , com- vivial , genuine , delightful , here : — the art of versification , Dryden and Pope are not.
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... delights us . Burns may triumph over his world , often he does triumph over his world , but let us observe how and ... delightful , here : — ' Leeze me on drink ! it gies us mair INTRODUCTION . xli.
... delights us . Burns may triumph over his world , often he does triumph over his world , but let us observe how and ... delightful , here : — ' Leeze me on drink ! it gies us mair INTRODUCTION . xli.
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... delight in visible and sensible things , in his sense of the variety of human character and motive , and of the pity of human fate . French poetry plays a far larger part in Chaucer's work than do the classical writers . Whether or not ...
... delight in visible and sensible things , in his sense of the variety of human character and motive , and of the pity of human fate . French poetry plays a far larger part in Chaucer's work than do the classical writers . Whether or not ...
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... delight . Nay , in the poet to whom we owe the immortal group of pilgrims , there is little even of that minute local observation of places and their features , that memory for the grave - covered plains of Arles or the shattered banks ...
... delight . Nay , in the poet to whom we owe the immortal group of pilgrims , there is little even of that minute local observation of places and their features , that memory for the grave - covered plains of Arles or the shattered banks ...
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... delights and distractions . With much imitative power , with the faculty of sustained attention , with a high appreciation for his own thoughts , and remarkable linguistic facility , Gower , when he betook himself to JOHN GOWER (1330 ...
... delights and distractions . With much imitative power , with the faculty of sustained attention , with a high appreciation for his own thoughts , and remarkable linguistic facility , Gower , when he betook himself to JOHN GOWER (1330 ...
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Page 459 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Page 456 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Page 450 - ... key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since, seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet. So is the time that keeps you as my chest, Or as the wardrobe which the robe doth hide, To make some special instant special blest, By new unfolding his imprison'd pride.
Page 457 - If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Page 416 - With coral clasps and amber studs; And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Page 459 - Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go. And be you blithe and bonny ; ' Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Page 292 - Crosse he bore, The deare remembrance of his dying Lord, For whose sweete sake that glorious badge he wore, And dead as living ever him ador'd: Upon his shield the like was also scor'd...
Page 228 - There lived a wife at Usher's Well, And a wealthy wife was she; She had three stout and stalwart sons, And sent them o'er the sea. They hadna been a week from her, A week but barely ane, When word came to the carline wife That her three sons were gane.
Page 450 - As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses : But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made : And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth, When that shall fade, my verse distils your truth.
Page 490 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with age and dust ; Who in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days ; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust.