Poetic treasures: or, Passages from the poetsWard, Lock & Company, 1881 - 644 pages |
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Page xxviii
... thought or feeling that can have entered into the mind of man , which he would be eager to communicate to others , or which they would listen to with delight , that is not a fit sub- ject for poetry . It is not a branch of authorship ...
... thought or feeling that can have entered into the mind of man , which he would be eager to communicate to others , or which they would listen to with delight , that is not a fit sub- ject for poetry . It is not a branch of authorship ...
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... thought generally interesting to the lover of poetry in the present day . Chaucer ( 1329-1400 ) is one of the brightest names in the English language , and has been distinctively known as the Father of English poetry . Warton , with ...
... thought generally interesting to the lover of poetry in the present day . Chaucer ( 1329-1400 ) is one of the brightest names in the English language , and has been distinctively known as the Father of English poetry . Warton , with ...
Page xxxvii
... thought . It was diffuse or violent in expression . There was a burst however of lyric poetry later on during the reign of Charles I. and during the civil war , when we have such writers as William Carew , Sir John Suckling , Colonel ...
... thought . It was diffuse or violent in expression . There was a burst however of lyric poetry later on during the reign of Charles I. and during the civil war , when we have such writers as William Carew , Sir John Suckling , Colonel ...
Page xxxviii
... thought ; naked in its strength ; rich and picturesque , where imagery was required ; often exquisitely harmonious , when the occasion permitted , but sometimes strong , mighty , and speaking with the voice of thunder . " 66 Having come ...
... thought ; naked in its strength ; rich and picturesque , where imagery was required ; often exquisitely harmonious , when the occasion permitted , but sometimes strong , mighty , and speaking with the voice of thunder . " 66 Having come ...
Page xl
... thought , " link him closely with Pope . The next name that invites our attention is that of Samuel Butler ( 1612 ... thoughts . But he was not gifted with intense or lofty sensibility ; on the contrary , the grosser any idea is the ...
... thought , " link him closely with Pope . The next name that invites our attention is that of Samuel Butler ( 1612 ... thoughts . But he was not gifted with intense or lofty sensibility ; on the contrary , the grosser any idea is the ...
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Page 133 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of ev'n or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of Knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Page 529 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Page 161 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Page 39 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered, — We few, we happy few, we band of brothers...
Page 83 - 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.
Page 48 - Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep, and I perceive you feel The dint of pity; these are gracious drops.
Page 122 - Where the great Sun begins his state Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight ; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Page 118 - 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 had'st thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, —...
Page 481 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery. By torch and trumpet fast arrayed, Each horseman drew his battle-blade ; And furious every charger neighed To join the dreadful revelry.
Page 22 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten: In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be thy love.