The English Poets, Том 2Thomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1880 |
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Thomas Humphry Ward. THE ENGLISH POETS VOL . II . T. H. WARD . VOL . II . THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY : BEN JONSON TO DRYDEN . M THE ENGLISH POETS SELECTIONS WITH CRITICAL INTRODUCTIONS BY VARIOUS.
Thomas Humphry Ward. THE ENGLISH POETS VOL . II . T. H. WARD . VOL . II . THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY : BEN JONSON TO DRYDEN . M THE ENGLISH POETS SELECTIONS WITH CRITICAL INTRODUCTIONS BY VARIOUS.
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... English world of letters as its veteran chief . He died in London , August 6 , 1637. The First Folio edition of his Works , published in 1616 , included the Book of Epigrams , and the lyrics and epistles gathered under the heading The ...
... English world of letters as its veteran chief . He died in London , August 6 , 1637. The First Folio edition of his Works , published in 1616 , included the Book of Epigrams , and the lyrics and epistles gathered under the heading The ...
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Thomas Humphry Ward. Restoration period his reputation as an English dramatist was still second to none , so far as critical opinion was concerned . But a poet's name is not kept green by critical opinion , and the name of ... ENGLISH POETS .
Thomas Humphry Ward. Restoration period his reputation as an English dramatist was still second to none , so far as critical opinion was concerned . But a poet's name is not kept green by critical opinion , and the name of ... ENGLISH POETS .
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... to be , so to speak , adven- titious . Thus while his masques contain more dramatic life than those of any of his contemporaries , and reveal more poetic pur- pose than those of any other English writer except Milton 4 THE ENGLISH POETS .
... to be , so to speak , adven- titious . Thus while his masques contain more dramatic life than those of any of his contemporaries , and reveal more poetic pur- pose than those of any other English writer except Milton 4 THE ENGLISH POETS .
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... English masques . Is it inconceivable that our poets should recur , less tentatively than they have hitherto done , to a poetic form so peculiarly suitable for giving expression to the more varied intellectual life of these latter times ...
... English masques . Is it inconceivable that our poets should recur , less tentatively than they have hitherto done , to a poetic form so peculiarly suitable for giving expression to the more varied intellectual life of these latter times ...
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Absalom and Achitophel Æneid beauty Ben Jonson born breast breath bright Carew Castara Comus conceits Cowley crown death delight died divine dost doth Dryden earth EDMUND W English English poetry eternal eyes fair fame fancy fate fear fire flame flowers Giles Fletcher glory Gondibert grace hand happy hast hath heart heaven hell Herbert Herrick Hesperides hill honour Hudibras Inner Temple Jonson King Lady light live Lord lost Lycidas Milton mind mistress Muse nature never night o'er once Paradise Paradise Lost Paradise Regained passion Perilla Pindar pleasure poems poet poetic poetry praise reign rose sacred shade shalt shepherds shine sighs sight sing sleep song sonnet soul spirit stars sweet tears thee thine things thou thought tree verse Waller wanton weep winds wings write youth
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Страница 14 - DRINK to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And 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.
Страница 337 - He scarce had ceased when the superior Fiend Was moving toward the shore ; his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast. The broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
Страница 218 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Страница 178 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Страница 218 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill ; But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, poor captives, creep to death.
Страница 454 - Of these the false Achitophel was first, A name to all succeeding ages curst: For close designs and crooked counsels fit, Sagacious, bold, and turbulent of wit; Restless, unfixed in principles and place, In power unpleased, impatient of disgrace ; A fiery soul, which working out its way, Fretted the pigmy body to decay, And o'er-informed the tenement of clay.
Страница 311 - And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
Страница 357 - The birds their quire apply ; airs, vernal airs, Breathing the smell of field and grove, attune The trembling leaves, while universal Pan, Knit with the Graces and the Hours in dance, Led on the eternal spring.
Страница 301 - I am now indebted, as being a work not to be raised from the heat of youth, or the vapours of wine, like that which flows at waste from the pen of some vulgar amourist, or the trencher fury of a rhyming parasite ; nor to be obtained by the invocation of dame Memory and her siren daughters ; but by devout prayer to that eternal spirit, who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases...
Страница 20 - And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines, Which were so richly spun, and woven so fit, As, since, she will vouchsafe no other wit. The merry Greek, tart Aristophanes, Neat Terence, witty Plautus, now not please; But antiquated and deserted lie, As they were not of Nature's family. Yet must I not give Nature all; thy Art, My gentle Shakspeare, must enjoy a part.