A Book of Elizabethan LyricsFelix Emmanuel Schelling Ginn, 1895 - Всего страниц: 327 |
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Стр. ix
... turn on some single 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 ...
... turn on some single 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 ...
Стр. xviii
... turning the form to the expression of religious emo- tion in sequences of " Divine Sonnets . " ( For examples , see Barnes ' Talent , and Donne's sonnet To Death , pp . 81 and 142. ) Chapman's A Coronet for his Mistress Philos- ophy is ...
... turning the form to the expression of religious emo- tion in sequences of " Divine Sonnets . " ( For examples , see Barnes ' Talent , and Donne's sonnet To Death , pp . 81 and 142. ) Chapman's A Coronet for his Mistress Philos- ophy is ...
Стр. xxxix
... turn , if we are to find the chief motive , spirit , and much of the form of the Elizabethan lyric . Nor need this be understood to involve in question the genuine originality of the best of Elizabethan lyrists . The tree stood ...
... turn , if we are to find the chief motive , spirit , and much of the form of the Elizabethan lyric . Nor need this be understood to involve in question the genuine originality of the best of Elizabethan lyrists . The tree stood ...
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... turning . THOMAS LODGE , Scilla's Meta- morphosis , etc. , 1589 ; written about 1577 . LAMENT . THE earth , late choked with showers , Is now arrayed in green , Her bosom springs with flowers , The air dissolves her teen ; The heavens ...
... turning . THOMAS LODGE , Scilla's Meta- morphosis , etc. , 1589 ; written about 1577 . LAMENT . THE earth , late choked with showers , Is now arrayed in green , Her bosom springs with flowers , The air dissolves her teen ; The heavens ...
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... turn again to play ? I , that on Sunday at the church - stile found A garland sweet with true - love knots in flowers , Which I to wear about mine arms was bound , That each of us might know that all was ours : Must I lead now an idle ...
... turn again to play ? I , that on Sunday at the church - stile found A garland sweet with true - love knots in flowers , Which I to wear about mine arms was bound , That each of us might know that all was ours : Must I lead now an idle ...
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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...