A Book of Elizabethan LyricsFelix Emmanuel Schelling Ginn, 1895 - Всего страниц: 327 |
Результаты поиска по книге
Результаты 1 – 5 из 10
Стр. lviii
... refer the reader to Dr. Schipper.1 2 The canzon , which in the hands of Petrarch had consisted of a highly organized lyrical form extending from five to ten stanzas of from nine to twenty verses , each with an added commiato or envoy ...
... refer the reader to Dr. Schipper.1 2 The canzon , which in the hands of Petrarch had consisted of a highly organized lyrical form extending from five to ten stanzas of from nine to twenty verses , each with an added commiato or envoy ...
Стр. lix
... refer the reader to Leigh Hunt's charm- ing essay , prefixed to his Book of the Sonnet , to Schipper , as above , and to the many excellent discussions of this fertile theme elsewhere ; 3 some repetition cannot be avoided . Mr ...
... refer the reader to Leigh Hunt's charm- ing essay , prefixed to his Book of the Sonnet , to Schipper , as above , and to the many excellent discussions of this fertile theme elsewhere ; 3 some repetition cannot be avoided . Mr ...
Стр. lxv
... refer the student to even the small number of sonnets from the Elizabethan masters contained in this volume . The acceptance of the Italian madrigal and sonnet as models , their adaptation to the demands of the English language and ...
... refer the student to even the small number of sonnets from the Elizabethan masters contained in this volume . The acceptance of the Italian madrigal and sonnet as models , their adaptation to the demands of the English language and ...
Стр. 218
... refers to an interesting use of the word rose in the Epistle prefixed to the Arcadia , ed . 1593. Speaking of those who carp at the author's works , the editor writes : " To us , say they , the pastures are not pleasant : and as for the ...
... refers to an interesting use of the word rose in the Epistle prefixed to the Arcadia , ed . 1593. Speaking of those who carp at the author's works , the editor writes : " To us , say they , the pastures are not pleasant : and as for the ...
Стр. 235
... refers me to R. West's poem To the pious memory of my dear Brother - in - law , Mr. Thomas Randolph : " The titles of their satires fright some more than Lord have mercy writ upon a door . " 53 25. Earth holds ope her gate . The grave ...
... refers me to R. West's poem To the pious memory of my dear Brother - in - law , Mr. Thomas Randolph : " The titles of their satires fright some more than Lord have mercy writ upon a door . " 53 25. Earth holds ope her gate . The grave ...
Другие издания - Просмотреть все
Часто встречающиеся слова и выражения
Astrophel and Stella Beaumont beauty BEN JONSON birds Breton bright Bullen Campion couplet Daniel Davison death delight desire Dirge Donne doth Drayton Drummond earth Elizabethan England's Helicon English eyes fair fancy fear Fleay Fletcher flowers FRANCIS BEAUMONT golden grace Gram green Grosart hath heart heaven honor Italian JOHN FLETCHER Jonson kiss lady live Love's lovers Lyrics from Elizabethan lyrists madrigal Masque metrical Michael Drayton mistress Muse never NICHOLAS BRETON night nonny passion pastoral Philip Rosseter Phyllis play pleasure poem Poetical Rhapsody poetry poets praise pretty printed quatorzain Queen rimes SAMUEL DANIEL sense Shakespeare shepherd Sidney sighs sing sleep Song Books sonnet sorrow soul Spenser spring stanza sweet content tercets thee Thomas THOMAS CAMPION THOMAS DEKKER thou art thought trochaic unto verse wanton weep whilst WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE words writing written ΙΟ
Популярные отрывки
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...