English Poems: The Elizabethan age and the Puritan period (1550-1660)Walter Cochrane Bronson University of Chicago Press, 1909 |
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... give the poet's view of poetry in his own words , furnish material ( chiefly variant readings and liter- ary sources ) which illustrate his mode of work , and throw some light , by means of extracts from contempo- rary criticism , upon ...
... give the poet's view of poetry in his own words , furnish material ( chiefly variant readings and liter- ary sources ) which illustrate his mode of work , and throw some light , by means of extracts from contempo- rary criticism , upon ...
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... gives the moon her horns and her eclipsing , Alike hath made thee noble in His working ; 5 1Ο So that wretched no way thou may be , Except foul lust and vice do conquer thee . All were it so thou had a flood of gold 15 Unto thy thirst ...
... gives the moon her horns and her eclipsing , Alike hath made thee noble in His working ; 5 1Ο So that wretched no way thou may be , Except foul lust and vice do conquer thee . All were it so thou had a flood of gold 15 Unto thy thirst ...
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... give the blow ; While too much wit , forsooth , so troubled me That I respects for both our sakes must show , And yet could not by rising morn foresee How fair a day was near . O punished eyes ! That I had been more foolish or more wise ...
... give the blow ; While too much wit , forsooth , so troubled me That I respects for both our sakes must show , And yet could not by rising morn foresee How fair a day was near . O punished eyes ! That I had been more foolish or more wise ...
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... give my passions leave to run their race ! Let Fortune lay on me her worst disgrace ; Let folk o'ercharged with brain against me cry ; Let clouds bedim my face , break in mine eye ; Let me no steps but of lost labour trace ; Let all the ...
... give my passions leave to run their race ! Let Fortune lay on me her worst disgrace ; Let folk o'ercharged with brain against me cry ; Let clouds bedim my face , break in mine eye ; Let me no steps but of lost labour trace ; Let all the ...
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... That doth both shine and give us sight to see . O take fast hold ; let that light be thy guide In this small course which birth draws out to death , 5 ΤΟ And think how ill becometh him to slide Who seeketh 24 ENGLISH POEMS.
... That doth both shine and give us sight to see . O take fast hold ; let that light be thy guide In this small course which birth draws out to death , 5 ΤΟ And think how ill becometh him to slide Who seeketh 24 ENGLISH POEMS.
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Términos y frases comunes
Æneid ANTISTROPHE Archimago arms beauty behold Ben Jonson birds blood breast breath bright clouds Comus Corydon crown dance dark dead death delight divine dost doth ears earth Edmund Spenser eternal eyes Faerie Faerie Queene fair fear fire flame flocks flowers glory golden grace Greece Greek grove hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven honour Jove king kiss lady Latin leave light live look Love's lover Lycidas Michael Drayton Milton mind morn Muse never night nymph o'er peace Pelops Perilla Pindar poem poet Queene rest rose round SAMUEL DANIEL Saturn sense shade shepherd shine sight sing sleep song Sonnet sorrow soul Spenser spirit spring stars stream sweet tell Thammuz thee thence thine things thought tree true unto verse virtue wanton weep Whilst wind wings youth ΙΟ
Pasajes populares
Página 112 - Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, 10 A cap of flowers, and a kirtle...
Página 120 - When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself and curse my fate. Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope.
Página 127 - Tu-whit, 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 roasted...
Página 123 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Página 120 - 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.
Página 129 - Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly Then, heigh, ho, the holly ! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! &c.
Página 214 - Death, be not proud though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so, For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
Página 382 - Return, Alpheus ; the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint...
Página 322 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be ! Tell her, that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide Thou must have uncommended died.
Página 349 - Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm, To bless the doors from nightly harm ; Or let my lamp at midnight hour Be seen in some high, lonely tower, Where I may oft...