The English poets, selections, ed. by T.H. Ward. Chaucer to DonneThomas Humphry Ward 1880 |
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... in Earth's soft arms were reposing , There , in their own dear land , their father land , Laced©¡mon . ' Iliad , iii . 243-4 ( translated by Dr. Hawtrey ) . dissimilar . But if we have any tact we shall INTRODUCTION . XXV.
... in Earth's soft arms were reposing , There , in their own dear land , their father land , Laced©¡mon . ' Iliad , iii . 243-4 ( translated by Dr. Hawtrey ) . dissimilar . But if we have any tact we shall INTRODUCTION . XXV.
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... translates , and borrows , and is anxious to reveal his authorities , lest he should be thought to be palming off mere frivolous inventions of his own . Other men's work is to him an ever open storehouse to be freely used , now for ...
... translates , and borrows , and is anxious to reveal his authorities , lest he should be thought to be palming off mere frivolous inventions of his own . Other men's work is to him an ever open storehouse to be freely used , now for ...
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... translated into English ; Macrobius , as far as the Somnium Scipionis is con- cerned ; Livy and others of the great Roman prose writers , and many of the poets , ' Ovide , Lucan , Stace , ' with Virgil and probably Claudian . But it ...
... translated into English ; Macrobius , as far as the Somnium Scipionis is con- cerned ; Livy and others of the great Roman prose writers , and many of the poets , ' Ovide , Lucan , Stace , ' with Virgil and probably Claudian . But it ...
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... translations or imitations , more or less close , of French poems ; and even after he had returned , impressed with the ineffaceable charm of Italy , he still looked to France for much of his material . One of his earliest and one of ...
... translations or imitations , more or less close , of French poems ; and even after he had returned , impressed with the ineffaceable charm of Italy , he still looked to France for much of his material . One of his earliest and one of ...
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... translated it , as the Prologue to the Legende bears witness , and as Lydgate also affirms in his cata- logue of the master's works . The most recent critics , with Mr. Bradshaw and Professor Ten Brink at their head , have indeed denied ...
... translated it , as the Prologue to the Legende bears witness , and as Lydgate also affirms in his cata- logue of the master's works . The most recent critics , with Mr. Bradshaw and Professor Ten Brink at their head , have indeed denied ...
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459 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
449 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
448 ÆäÀÌÁö - When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope...
450 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
485 ÆäÀÌÁö - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
458 ÆäÀÌÁö - Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise.
450 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
xiii ÆäÀÌÁö - THE future of poetry is immense, because in poetry, where it is worthy of its high destinies, our race, as time goes on, will find an ever surer and surer stay. There is not a creed which is not shaken, not an accredited dogma which is not shown to be questionable, not a received tradition which does not threaten to dissolve.
347 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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?
423 ÆäÀÌÁö - Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet: Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye?