A Book of Elizabethan LyricsFelix Emmanuel Schelling Ginn, 1895 - Всего страниц: 327 |
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Стр. ix
... thing to say of a poem that " no man's gravity hath been disturbed thereby , " and the touch- stone of " high seriousness " may perhaps be applied with much success to that group of classical productions which are far more admired than ...
... thing to say of a poem that " no man's gravity hath been disturbed thereby , " and the touch- stone of " high seriousness " may perhaps be applied with much success to that group of classical productions which are far more admired than ...
Стр. xxii
... things . " An analysis of these " some things , " which space here forbids , will , I think , show them to depend , to a large degree , upon that deeper element of the modern lyric , poetic insight ; the power which , proceeding by ...
... things . " An analysis of these " some things , " which space here forbids , will , I think , show them to depend , to a large degree , upon that deeper element of the modern lyric , poetic insight ; the power which , proceeding by ...
Стр. xxviii
... things , the literary worth of the Elizabethan song books is surprisingly great . It is the opinion of Mr. Bullen , who is certainly best entitled to speak on this subject , that " as a rule composers are responsible only for the music ...
... things , the literary worth of the Elizabethan song books is surprisingly great . It is the opinion of Mr. Bullen , who is certainly best entitled to speak on this subject , that " as a rule composers are responsible only for the music ...
Стр. xxxiii
... things essentially unpoetical . For now came the days of the Polyolbions and Purple Islands , of verses topographical- mythological , and allegorical - anatomical : works that stand like huge Pelasgan walls , inexplicable from the hands ...
... things essentially unpoetical . For now came the days of the Polyolbions and Purple Islands , of verses topographical- mythological , and allegorical - anatomical : works that stand like huge Pelasgan walls , inexplicable from the hands ...
Стр. xxxvii
... thing to contemplate this great historical refutation of that inane theory which makes litera- ture the pursuit of dreamers , or of abnormal departures from typical manhood , instead of a divine realization , by those who can see more ...
... thing to contemplate this great historical refutation of that inane theory which makes litera- ture the pursuit of dreamers , or of abnormal departures from typical manhood , instead of a divine realization , by those who can see more ...
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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.