A Book of Elizabethan LyricsFelix Emmanuel Schelling Ginn, 1895 - 327 страници |
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... never yet let in to see The majesty and riches of the mind , But dwell in darkness ; for your god is blind.1 This limitation of the sonnet in subject and treatment led to no little repetition . Indeed , many sonnets were written in ...
... never yet let in to see The majesty and riches of the mind , But dwell in darkness ; for your god is blind.1 This limitation of the sonnet in subject and treatment led to no little repetition . Indeed , many sonnets were written in ...
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... Never a false or jarring note ; no cheap tricks and mannerisms ; everywhere ease and simplicity . " Whether this seem the pardonable over - estimate of a discoverer or not , few poets have surpassed Campion in the highest quality of the ...
... Never a false or jarring note ; no cheap tricks and mannerisms ; everywhere ease and simplicity . " Whether this seem the pardonable over - estimate of a discoverer or not , few poets have surpassed Campion in the highest quality of the ...
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... never match . " 1 I , at least , have no excuse to offer for having included a larger number of the lyrics of 1 Lessing , Lowell's Prose Works , ed . 1890 , II , 223 . Jonson in this collection than of any other poet except xxxii ...
... never match . " 1 I , at least , have no excuse to offer for having included a larger number of the lyrics of 1 Lessing , Lowell's Prose Works , ed . 1890 , II , 223 . Jonson in this collection than of any other poet except xxxii ...
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... never flourished before or since in England . We found the Elizabethan lyric rising as one of the products of the Renaissance , rapidly developing amidst the culture of the court , thriving under the quickening impulses of national and ...
... never flourished before or since in England . We found the Elizabethan lyric rising as one of the products of the Renaissance , rapidly developing amidst the culture of the court , thriving under the quickening impulses of national and ...
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... never be established upon the imitation of foreign models , however perfect ; and while several of these forms continued to be practiced with greater or less fidelity and success , it was only those which were molded into a ...
... never be established upon the imitation of foreign models , however perfect ; and while several of these forms continued to be practiced with greater or less fidelity and success , it was only those which were molded into a ...
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Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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!
Страница 128 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Страница 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...
Страница 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!
Страница 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.