A Book of Elizabethan LyricsFelix Emmanuel Schelling Ginn, 1895 - Всего страниц: 327 |
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Стр. xix
... quote here as representing the attitude of the more serious minds of the age towards the excessive ornament and eroticism of the time : 1 See p . 87 . Muses that sing Love's sensual empery , And lovers kindling INTRODUCTION . xix.
... quote here as representing the attitude of the more serious minds of the age towards the excessive ornament and eroticism of the time : 1 See p . 87 . Muses that sing Love's sensual empery , And lovers kindling INTRODUCTION . xix.
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... mind , But dwell in darkness ; for your god is blind.1 This limitation of the sonnet in subject and treatment led to no little repetition . Indeed , many sonnets were written in avowed competition , as the well - known series of tourna ...
... mind , But dwell in darkness ; for your god is blind.1 This limitation of the sonnet in subject and treatment led to no little repetition . Indeed , many sonnets were written in avowed competition , as the well - known series of tourna ...
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... mind came increasing power and aban- don in style and versification ; and this applies to the incidental lyrics of his plays ( as far as the data enables us to judge ) , as it applies to the sweep and cadence of his blank verse.1 On the ...
... mind came increasing power and aban- don in style and versification ; and this applies to the incidental lyrics of his plays ( as far as the data enables us to judge ) , as it applies to the sweep and cadence of his blank verse.1 On the ...
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... mind ever burning , Never sick , never old , never dead , From itself never turning . THOMAS LODGE , Scilla's Meta- morphosis , etc. , 1589 ; written about 1577 . LAMENT . THE earth , late choked with showers , Is now arrayed in green ...
... mind ever burning , Never sick , never old , never dead , From itself never turning . THOMAS LODGE , Scilla's Meta- morphosis , etc. , 1589 ; written about 1577 . LAMENT . THE earth , late choked with showers , Is now arrayed in green ...
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... mind Must use to sail with every wind . He that loves , and fears to try , Learns his mistress to deny . Doth she chide thee ? ' tis to shew it That thy coldness makes her do it . Is she silent ? is she mute ? 25 30 35 5 10 Silence ...
... mind Must use to sail with every wind . He that loves , and fears to try , Learns his mistress to deny . Doth she chide thee ? ' tis to shew it That thy coldness makes her do it . Is she silent ? is she mute ? 25 30 35 5 10 Silence ...
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Стр. xix - My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses...
Стр. 87 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Стр. 184 - Sheds itself through the face, As alone there triumphs to the life All the gain, all the good, of the elements
Стр. 85 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow; And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Стр. 154 - Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark! now I hear them, — ding-dong, bell.
Стр. 122 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming ? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Стр. 151 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face; That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Стр. 86 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Стр. 128 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Стр. 84 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen...