Lyra Elegantiarum: A Collection of Some of the Best Social and Occasional Verse by Deceased English AuthorsFrederick Locker-Lampson, Coulson Kernahan Ward, Lock, 1891 - Всего страниц: 425 |
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... poetic faculty is not of itself sufficient to guarantee capacity for this inferior branch of the art of versification . The writer of Occasional Verse , in order to be genuinely successful , must not only be something of a poet , but he ...
... poetic faculty is not of itself sufficient to guarantee capacity for this inferior branch of the art of versification . The writer of Occasional Verse , in order to be genuinely successful , must not only be something of a poet , but he ...
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... poet will seldom write the best vers de société , just because writing is the business of his life , and because he ... Poets , " for , in a measure , his remarks apply to the present collec- tion : - " There are scarcely half - a ...
... poet will seldom write the best vers de société , just because writing is the business of his life , and because he ... Poets , " for , in a measure , his remarks apply to the present collec- tion : - " There are scarcely half - a ...
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... poet dis- appears under the feigned character he assumes : here alone he speaks , here he acts . He makes a confidant of the reader , interests him in his hopes and his sorrows . We admire the poet , and conclude with esteeming the man ...
... poet dis- appears under the feigned character he assumes : here alone he speaks , here he acts . He makes a confidant of the reader , interests him in his hopes and his sorrows . We admire the poet , and conclude with esteeming the man ...
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... poet , to succeed in these hazardous pieces , must be alike polished by an intercourse with the world , as with the studies of taste , to whom labour is negligence , refinement a science , and art a nature . Genius will not always be ...
... poet , to succeed in these hazardous pieces , must be alike polished by an intercourse with the world , as with the studies of taste , to whom labour is negligence , refinement a science , and art a nature . Genius will not always be ...
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... Poets , " Mr. Austin Dobson makes some remarks upon Social Verse in general , and that of Praed in particular , which are equally suitable for quotation nere . 66 As a writer of Society Verse in its exacter sense , " says Mr. Dobson ...
... Poets , " Mr. Austin Dobson makes some remarks upon Social Verse in general , and that of Praed in particular , which are equally suitable for quotation nere . 66 As a writer of Society Verse in its exacter sense , " says Mr. Dobson ...
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Стр. 30 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Стр. 57 - HAPPY the man whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.
Стр. 317 - LAWRENCE, of virtuous father virtuous son, Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire, Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire Help waste a sullen day, what may be won From the hard season gaining? Time will run On smoother, till Favonius reinspire The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire The lily and rose, that neither sowed nor spun.
Стр. 35 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move, To come to thee and be thy love.
Стр. 32 - Her cheeks so rare a white was on, No daisy makes comparison, (Who sees them is undone), For streaks of red were mingled there, Such as are on a Catherine pear The side that's next the sun. Her lips were red, and one was thin, Compar'd to that was next her chin (Some bee had stung it newly) ; But, Dick, her eyes so guard her face ; I durst no more upon them gaze Than on the sun in July.
Стр. 111 - Here Hickey reclines, a most blunt pleasant creature. And slander itself must allow him good nature; He cherish'd his friend, and he relish'da bumper; Yet one fault he had, and that one was a thumper! Perhaps you may ask if the man was a miser? I answer no, no, for he always was wiser: Too courteous, perhaps, or obligingly flat? His very worst foe can't accuse him of that. Perhaps he confided in men as they go, And so was too foolishly honest? ah, no! Then what was his failing? come tell it, and,...
Стр. 109 - Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind: Tho' fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote ; Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining; Though equal...
Стр. 54 - Sweet are the thoughts that savour of content ; The quiet mind is richer than a crown ; Sweet are the nights in careless slumber spent ; The poor estate scorns fortune's angry frown : Such sweet content, such minds, such sleep, such bliss, Beggars enjoy, when princes oft do miss. The homely house that harbours quiet rest ; The cottage that affords no pride nor care ; The mean that 'grees with country music best ; The sweet consort of mirth and music's fare ; Obscured life sets down a type of bliss...
Стр. 25 - Cause I see a woman kind ? Or a well disposed nature Joined with a lovely feature ? Be she meeker, kinder, than Turtle-dove or pelican: If she be not so to me, What care I how kind she be ? Shall a woman's virtues move Me to perish for her love?
Стр. 204 - ROSE AYLMER AH, WHAT avails the sceptred race! Ah ! what the form divine ! What every virtue, every grace ! Rose Aylmer, all were thine. Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes May weep, but never see, A night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee.