A Book of Elizabethan LyricsFelix Emmanuel Schelling Ginn, 1895 - Всего страниц: 327 |
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Стр. vii
... thoughts , sentiments , and emotions . It is the inward world of passion and feeling that is here celebrated , as opposed to the outward world of sequence in time . It is the individual singer , dignified by the sincerity and potency of ...
... thoughts , sentiments , and emotions . It is the inward world of passion and feeling that is here celebrated , as opposed to the outward world of sequence in time . It is the individual singer , dignified by the sincerity and potency of ...
Стр. viii
... thought in metrical words , but partakes more of the nature - if not of the limitations - of music in reflecting a mood rather than in symbolizing an event or presenting a picture . " Lyrical beauty , " says Mr. Stedman , " does not ...
... thought in metrical words , but partakes more of the nature - if not of the limitations - of music in reflecting a mood rather than in symbolizing an event or presenting a picture . " Lyrical beauty , " says Mr. Stedman , " does not ...
Стр. ix
... thought , feeling , or situation . " It is easy to see that by its very conditions the lyric must be short , as an emotion prolonged beyond a pleasurable length will defeat its own artistic aim.3 2 As to another canon of " the best ...
... thought , feeling , or situation . " It is easy to see that by its very conditions the lyric must be short , as an emotion prolonged beyond a pleasurable length will defeat its own artistic aim.3 2 As to another canon of " the best ...
Стр. x
... thoughts couched in the most beautiful and fervent language ; in such an age we may expect the nicest djustment and equilibrium of the real and the ideal , each performing its legitimate function and contributing in due proportion to ...
... thoughts couched in the most beautiful and fervent language ; in such an age we may expect the nicest djustment and equilibrium of the real and the ideal , each performing its legitimate function and contributing in due proportion to ...
Стр. xii
... thought , give us the literary spirit of the age of Elizabeth . In Tottel's Miscellany and The Paradise of Dainty Devices , with the possible addition of Clement Robinson's A Hand- ful of Pleasant Delights , will be found the bulk of ...
... thought , give us the literary spirit of the age of Elizabeth . In Tottel's Miscellany and The Paradise of Dainty Devices , with the possible addition of Clement Robinson's A Hand- ful of Pleasant Delights , will be found the bulk of ...
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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...