A Book of Elizabethan LyricsFelix Emmanuel Schelling Ginn, 1895 - 327 páginas |
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Página viii
... true essence of poetry ; the contention being that other forms , as the epic and the drama , are poetry only in so far as they contain the elements that add the soul of passion and the wings of song . Be this as it may , the lyric ...
... true essence of poetry ; the contention being that other forms , as the epic and the drama , are poetry only in so far as they contain the elements that add the soul of passion and the wings of song . Be this as it may , the lyric ...
Página xv
... true lovers of poetry not to neglect to read such exquisite lyrical artists as Greene , Lodge , and Breton- the last two , even now only too little known , and unobtainable in popular form.2 The pastoral mode continued in vogue to the ...
... true lovers of poetry not to neglect to read such exquisite lyrical artists as Greene , Lodge , and Breton- the last two , even now only too little known , and unobtainable in popular form.2 The pastoral mode continued in vogue to the ...
Página xvii
... true edition of his Delia , which included the sonnets published by Nashe , and others . Constable's Diana appeared in the same year and enjoyed a remarkable popularity . With this , sonneteering became the fashion , and sequence after ...
... true edition of his Delia , which included the sonnets published by Nashe , and others . Constable's Diana appeared in the same year and enjoyed a remarkable popularity . With this , sonneteering became the fashion , and sequence after ...
Página xxxi
... true that few artists can afford to neglect the careful study of previous interpretations of nature . It was the amateurishness of contemporary art that Jonson criticised , which , when it copied at all , was apt to copy inferior models ...
... true that few artists can afford to neglect the careful study of previous interpretations of nature . It was the amateurishness of contemporary art that Jonson criticised , which , when it copied at all , was apt to copy inferior models ...
Página xxxiv
... true lyric quality of his own , which entitles him to a place of respect ; and , indeed , if we are to believe that he was actually the author of the famous Epitaph on the Countess of Pembroke , so long attributed to Jonson , Browne has ...
... true lyric quality of his own , which entitles him to a place of respect ; and , indeed , if we are to believe that he was actually the author of the famous Epitaph on the Countess of Pembroke , so long attributed to Jonson , Browne has ...
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Pasajes populares
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 128 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Página 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...
Página 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!
Página 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.