A Book of Elizabethan LyricsFelix Emmanuel Schelling Ginn, 1895 - 327 páginas |
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Página ii
... writing ; and these facts are noted in a heading above the title . Later versions and variant readings are occasionally preferred , authority for both of which will be found in the An order approximately chronological is maintained ...
... writing ; and these facts are noted in a heading above the title . Later versions and variant readings are occasionally preferred , authority for both of which will be found in the An order approximately chronological is maintained ...
Página xv
... writing of which is doubtful , although probably contemporaneous with Sidney- there is a new and inde- pendent spirit , a widening of the sphere of the lyric theme to include non - erotic sentiment , and an all but complete 1 See the ...
... writing of which is doubtful , although probably contemporaneous with Sidney- there is a new and inde- pendent spirit , a widening of the sphere of the lyric theme to include non - erotic sentiment , and an all but complete 1 See the ...
Página xvi
... writing , apropos of Barnes , of this class of poets in general : " They do not need ideas , or abstractions , or memories of the past or hopes for the future ; it suffices them to be in presence of a bed of roses , or an arbor of ...
... writing , apropos of Barnes , of this class of poets in general : " They do not need ideas , or abstractions , or memories of the past or hopes for the future ; it suffices them to be in presence of a bed of roses , or an arbor of ...
Página xix
... writing of sonnet sequences went out of the literary fashion with the close of the former reign . The old sequences , however , continued in popularity , as the frequency of later editions attest , up to the time of Withers ' Phil'arete ...
... writing of sonnet sequences went out of the literary fashion with the close of the former reign . The old sequences , however , continued in popularity , as the frequency of later editions attest , up to the time of Withers ' Phil'arete ...
Página xxi
... writer harsh , obscure , and incomprehensible in his diction , first to an examination of facts which are within the reach of all , and , secondly , to an honest study of his works . Ben Jonson told Drummond 2 that " Donne's best poems ...
... writer harsh , obscure , and incomprehensible in his diction , first to an examination of facts which are within the reach of all , and , secondly , to an honest study of his works . Ben Jonson told Drummond 2 that " Donne's best poems ...
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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.