The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by Various Writers and a General Introduction, Том 1Macmillan, 1895 |
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... this plan that M. Crépet's excellent book , Les poètes français , was constructed twenty years ago ; and what he there did for French poetry we here wish to do for English M633398 poetry - to present a collection of what is best.
... this plan that M. Crépet's excellent book , Les poètes français , was constructed twenty years ago ; and what he there did for French poetry we here wish to do for English M633398 poetry - to present a collection of what is best.
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... French have become diligent students of their own early poetry , which they long neglected ; the study makes many of them dissatisfied with their so - called classical poetry , the court- tragedy of the seventeenth century , a poetry ...
... French have become diligent students of their own early poetry , which they long neglected ; the study makes many of them dissatisfied with their so - called classical poetry , the court- tragedy of the seventeenth century , a poetry ...
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... French critic for ' historic origins . ' Another eminent French critic , M. Vitet , comments upon that famous document of the early poetry of his nation , the Chanson de Roland . It is indeed a most interesting document . The joculator ...
... French critic for ' historic origins . ' Another eminent French critic , M. Vitet , comments upon that famous document of the early poetry of his nation , the Chanson de Roland . It is indeed a most interesting document . The joculator ...
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... French poetry in Europe , during the twelfth and thirteenth centuries , is due to its poetry of the langue d'vil , the poetry of northern France and of the tongue which is now the French language . In the twelfth century the bloom of ...
... French poetry in Europe , during the twelfth and thirteenth centuries , is due to its poetry of the langue d'vil , the poetry of northern France and of the tongue which is now the French language . In the twelfth century the bloom of ...
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... French romance - poetry , of which the weight of substance and the power of style are not unfairly represented by this extract from Christian of Troyes . Only by means of the historic estimate can we persuade ourselves now to think that ...
... French romance - poetry , of which the weight of substance and the power of style are not unfairly represented by this extract from Christian of Troyes . Only by means of the historic estimate can we persuade ourselves now to think that ...
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Страница 459 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Страница 456 - 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...
Страница 450 - ... key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since, seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet. So is the time that keeps you as my chest, Or as the wardrobe which the robe doth hide, To make some special instant special blest, By new unfolding his imprison'd pride.
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Страница 459 - Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go. And be you blithe and bonny ; ' Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
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Страница 450 - As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses : But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made : And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth, When that shall fade, my verse distils your truth.
Страница 490 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with age and dust ; Who in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days ; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust.