A Book of Elizabethan LyricsFelix Emmanuel Schelling Ginn, 1895 - Всего страниц: 327 |
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... Golden Treasury of English Lyrics . Preface . 8 Cf. E. A. Poe , The Poetic Principle . Select Works , ed . 1885 , p . 641 . 4 Cf. Donne's Song , p . 97 . excellence . The following pages will be found far less INTRODUCTION . ix.
... Golden Treasury of English Lyrics . Preface . 8 Cf. E. A. Poe , The Poetic Principle . Select Works , ed . 1885 , p . 641 . 4 Cf. Donne's Song , p . 97 . excellence . The following pages will be found far less INTRODUCTION . ix.
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... golden touch of lyric inspiration ; Thomas Nashe , the redoubtable English Aretine , " with the swagger of a bully in almost all his prose , yet leaving us but too few of the purest and saddest of lyrics ; Thomas Dekker , whose life was ...
... golden touch of lyric inspiration ; Thomas Nashe , the redoubtable English Aretine , " with the swagger of a bully in almost all his prose , yet leaving us but too few of the purest and saddest of lyrics ; Thomas Dekker , whose life was ...
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... golden summer of the English lyric was now on the wane under stress of new and non - lyrical influences ; moreover a new and portentous growth had appeared , a species of applied literature , voluminous , nondescript verse devoted to ...
... golden summer of the English lyric was now on the wane under stress of new and non - lyrical influences ; moreover a new and portentous growth had appeared , a species of applied literature , voluminous , nondescript verse devoted to ...
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... golden treasure , Nor twenty bushels on a heap , Can do my lady pleasure . Here the alternate lines correspond respectively in length , rime , and rhetorical pause ( i.e. , ' sense pause ' ) , and unite , with perfect regularity of ...
... golden treasure , Nor twenty bushels on a heap , Can do my lady pleasure . Here the alternate lines correspond respectively in length , rime , and rhetorical pause ( i.e. , ' sense pause ' ) , and unite , with perfect regularity of ...
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... golden blisses , These silver ones feathered with kisses , But this of lead Strikes a clown dead , When in a dance ! 5 10 He falls in a trance , To see his black - brow lass not buss him , And then whines out for death t'untruss him ...
... golden blisses , These silver ones feathered with kisses , But this of lead Strikes a clown dead , When in a dance ! 5 10 He falls in a trance , To see his black - brow lass not buss him , And then whines out for death t'untruss him ...
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Стр. 86 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Стр. 164 - Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.
Стр. xix - ... no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound ; I grant I never saw a goddess go ; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground; And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
Стр. 86 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Стр. 85 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow; And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Стр. 154 - Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark! now I hear them, — ding-dong, bell.
Стр. 237 - The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yields; A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.
Стр. 122 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming ? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Стр. 128 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Стр. 88 - Fie, fie, fie,' now would she cry ; ' Tereu, tereu ! ' by and by ; That to hear her so complain, Scarce I could from tears refrain ; For her griefs, so lively shown, Made me think upon mine own. Ah, thought I, thou mourn'st in vain ! None takes pity on thy pain : Senseless trees they cannot hear thee ; Ruthless...