A Book of Elizabethan LyricsFelix Emmanuel Schelling Ginn, 1895 - Всего страниц: 327 |
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Стр. viii
... song or regular lyric . The purest lyrics are not of course songs ; the stanzaic effect , the use of open vowel sounds , and other matters instinctive with song - makers , need not characterize them . What they must have is quality ...
... song or regular lyric . The purest lyrics are not of course songs ; the stanzaic effect , the use of open vowel sounds , and other matters instinctive with song - makers , need not characterize them . What they must have is quality ...
Стр. ix
... song and a mirth which rises into the bubble of nonsense , all of which are highly subversive of gravity , and yet very often much of the salt of that conso- lation and stay " which literature affords us in the rough places of the world ...
... song and a mirth which rises into the bubble of nonsense , all of which are highly subversive of gravity , and yet very often much of the salt of that conso- lation and stay " which literature affords us in the rough places of the world ...
Стр. xii
... song which followed the publica- tion of The Shepherds ' Calendar in 1579 . Few sovereigns have witnessed such social and literary changes as Queen Elizabeth ; indeed , the advance of half a century in many other ages have scarcely ...
... song which followed the publica- tion of The Shepherds ' Calendar in 1579 . Few sovereigns have witnessed such social and literary changes as Queen Elizabeth ; indeed , the advance of half a century in many other ages have scarcely ...
Стр. xxiii
... song . The lyrics of that most interesting and " difficult " of poets , Fulke Greville , have already been noticed , and are the more remarkable in their frequent grace of fancy , uncommon wit , originality , and real music of ...
... song . The lyrics of that most interesting and " difficult " of poets , Fulke Greville , have already been noticed , and are the more remarkable in their frequent grace of fancy , uncommon wit , originality , and real music of ...
Стр. xxiv
... song of his age , if not of English litera- ture , the familiar Ode to the Cambro - Britans on the Battle of Agincourt.2 The real or affected reluctance of courtiers and gentlemen to permit their poetical productions to appear in print ...
... song of his age , if not of English litera- ture , the familiar Ode to the Cambro - Britans on the Battle of Agincourt.2 The real or affected reluctance of courtiers and gentlemen to permit their poetical productions to appear in print ...
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Стр. xix - My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses...
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. 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. 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. 151 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face; That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Стр. 133 - I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be; But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself but thee!
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. 43 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When...
Стр. 53 - Strength stoops unto the grave, Worms feed on Hector brave; Swords may not fight with fate; Earth still holds ope her gate; Come, come!
Стр. 84 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.