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Thomas Humphry Ward. THE ENGLISH POETS T. H. WARD . VOL . I. EARLY POETRY : CHAUCER TO DONNE . M THE ENGLISH POETS SELECTIONS WITH CRITICAL INTRODUCTIONS BY VARIOUS VOL . L.
Thomas Humphry Ward. THE ENGLISH POETS T. H. WARD . VOL . I. EARLY POETRY : CHAUCER TO DONNE . M THE ENGLISH POETS SELECTIONS WITH CRITICAL INTRODUCTIONS BY VARIOUS VOL . L.
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... English Poetry . There are great Nothing of the kind at present exists . collections of the whole works of the poets , like that of Chalmers ; there are innumerable volumes of ' Beauties ' of a more or less unsatisfactory kind ; there ...
... English Poetry . There are great Nothing of the kind at present exists . collections of the whole works of the poets , like that of Chalmers ; there are innumerable volumes of ' Beauties ' of a more or less unsatisfactory kind ; there ...
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... English poetry — if it had been so , many names that we have passed over would have been admitted . It has been , to collect as many of the best and most characteristic of their writings as should fully represent the great poets , and ...
... English poetry — if it had been so , many names that we have passed over would have been admitted . It has been , to collect as many of the best and most characteristic of their writings as should fully represent the great poets , and ...
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... order of thought , in art , the glory , the eternal honour is that charlatanism shall find no entrance ; herein lies the inviolableness of that noble portion of man's being . ' It is admirably said , and xviii THE ENGLISH POETS .
... order of thought , in art , the glory , the eternal honour is that charlatanism shall find no entrance ; herein lies the inviolableness of that noble portion of man's being . ' It is admirably said , and xviii THE ENGLISH POETS .
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... English poetry , he is our well of English undefiled , ' because by the lovely charm of his diction , the lovely charm of his movement , he makes an epoch and founds a tradition . In Spenser , Shakespeare , Milton , Keats , we can ...
... English poetry , he is our well of English undefiled , ' because by the lovely charm of his diction , the lovely charm of his movement , he makes an epoch and founds a tradition . In Spenser , Shakespeare , Milton , Keats , we can ...
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Aeneid Astrophel and Stella ballads beauty bliss Caelica Canterbury Tales Chaucer Clerk Saunders dead death delight doth drede Edom Elfin knight Elizabethan England's Helicon English eyes Faery Faery Queen fair fayre flour flowers Glasgerion grace grene gret gude hand hart hast hath heart heaven hertë hire honour king lady live Lord lovers Lydgate mede mind mony myght never night nocht nought passion Petrarch poem poet poetical poetry Queen Quhat quhilk quod quoth rich Robin Robin Hood sall sche seyde Shakespeare shal Sidney Sidney's sighs sight sing song sonnets sorrow sorwe Spenser story sweet swete swich Tamburlaine thair thay thee ther thing thou thought thow Timor Mortis conturbat Troylus true truth tyme unto Venus Venus and Adonis verse whan wight wolde words write
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Página xlii - Guid faith, he mauna fa' that! For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will, for a' that, That sense and worth o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Página 453 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Página 460 - 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 351 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies ; How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries...
Página xliii - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Página 464 - 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. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown...
Página 454 - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live.
Página 492 - GIVE me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon, My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage; And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.
Página 460 - tis true, I have gone here and there, And made myself a motley to the view,! Gored mine own thoughts,§ sold cheap what is most dear, Made old offences of affections new. Most true it is, that I have look'd on truth Askance and strangely...
Página 454 - So am I as the rich, whose blessed 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.