The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by Various Writers, Volume 2Thomas Humphry Ward |
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... souls of men , or lightly to move the mirth of the multitude , was and is beyond the power of his poetic genius . To dissolve its inspirations in wantonness , or to satisfy coarse appetites with the husks of its fruits , was incom ...
... souls of men , or lightly to move the mirth of the multitude , was and is beyond the power of his poetic genius . To dissolve its inspirations in wantonness , or to satisfy coarse appetites with the husks of its fruits , was incom ...
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... soul , ' or a hint of the Queen's which he had to develope as ladies ' hints sometimes require , his aim was chiefly to give something of dramatic life as well as of deeper meaning to his occasional pieces . Not only was he re- solved ...
... soul , ' or a hint of the Queen's which he had to develope as ladies ' hints sometimes require , his aim was chiefly to give something of dramatic life as well as of deeper meaning to his occasional pieces . Not only was he re- solved ...
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... soul towards things divine , which stands in strange and touching contrast to the high mettle and quick temper of his bearing in most other matters . Critics have been known to cry out against having to hear too much about the ...
... soul towards things divine , which stands in strange and touching contrast to the high mettle and quick temper of his bearing in most other matters . Critics have been known to cry out against having to hear too much about the ...
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... soul doth rise , Doth ask a drink divine : But might I of Jove's nectar sup , I would not change for thine . I sent thee late a rosy wreath , Not so much honouring thee , As giving it a hope , that there It could not withered be . But ...
... soul doth rise , Doth ask a drink divine : But might I of Jove's nectar sup , I would not change for thine . I sent thee late a rosy wreath , Not so much honouring thee , As giving it a hope , that there It could not withered be . But ...
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... soul I purposed her that should , with even powers , The rock , the spindle , and the shears control Of Destiny , and spin her own free hours . Such when I meant to feign , and wished to see , My Muse bade BEDFORD write , and that was ...
... soul I purposed her that should , with even powers , The rock , the spindle , and the shears control Of Destiny , and spin her own free hours . Such when I meant to feign , and wished to see , My Muse bade BEDFORD write , and that was ...
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Page 315 - And bring all heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Page 218 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill ; But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, poor captives, creep to death.
Page 218 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made : With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Page 309 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold, In weeds of peace, high triumphs hold, With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend.
Page 178 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Page 337 - He scarce had ceased when the superior Fiend Was moving toward the shore ; his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast. The broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
Page 309 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid Dancing in the chequer'd shade...
Page 307 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides...
Page 301 - I am now indebted, as being a work not to be raised from the heat of youth, or the vapours of wine, like that which flows at waste from the pen of some vulgar amourist, or the trencher fury of a rhyming parasite ; nor to be obtained by the invocation of dame Memory and her siren daughters ; but by devout prayer to that eternal spirit, who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases...
Page 357 - The birds their quire apply ; airs, vernal airs, Breathing the smell of field and grove, attune The trembling leaves, while universal Pan, Knit with the Graces and the Hours in dance, Led on the eternal spring.