Poetry of the English Renaissance 1509-1660John William Hebel, Hoyt Hopewell Hudson |
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... poetry in its wide variety . This we have attempted to do . In order that we might have sufficient space for the ... poetry might wish to have at his command . We have made poetic merit the principal test for inclusion . Yet in ...
... poetry in its wide variety . This we have attempted to do . In order that we might have sufficient space for the ... poetry might wish to have at his command . We have made poetic merit the principal test for inclusion . Yet in ...
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... poetry wherein I wrote , I did it only to try my humor . And for the matter of love , it may be I am so devoted to some one into whose hands these may light by chance that she may say ( which thou now sayest ) that surely he is in love ...
... poetry wherein I wrote , I did it only to try my humor . And for the matter of love , it may be I am so devoted to some one into whose hands these may light by chance that she may say ( which thou now sayest ) that surely he is in love ...
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... poets feign ) , One knight loves both , and both in thee remain . Against the dispraisers of poetry Chaucer is dead ; and Gower lies in grave ; The Earl of Surrey long ago is gone ; Sir Philip Sidney's soul the heavens have ; George ...
... poets feign ) , One knight loves both , and both in thee remain . Against the dispraisers of poetry Chaucer is dead ; and Gower lies in grave ; The Earl of Surrey long ago is gone ; Sir Philip Sidney's soul the heavens have ; George ...
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... poet ? Do it if you can , And you shall see I'll quickly be a man . Who me thus answered smiling : Boy , quoth he , If you'll not play the wag , but I may see You ply your learning , I will shortly read Some poets to you . Phœbus be my ...
... poet ? Do it if you can , And you shall see I'll quickly be a man . Who me thus answered smiling : Boy , quoth he , If you'll not play the wag , but I may see You ply your learning , I will shortly read Some poets to you . Phœbus be my ...
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... poets had ; his raptures were All air and fire , which made his verses clear , For that fine madness still he did retain Which rightly should possess a poet's brain . And surely Nashe , though he a proser were , A branch of laurel yet ...
... poets had ; his raptures were All air and fire , which made his verses clear , For that fine madness still he did retain Which rightly should possess a poet's brain . And surely Nashe , though he a proser were , A branch of laurel yet ...
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Page 288 - SINCE there's no help, come let us kiss and part. Nay, I have done, you get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain. Now at the last gasp of Love's latest breath, When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies, When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And Innocence is closing up his...
Page 510 - Triumph, my Britain, thou hast one to show To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe. He was not of an age, but for all time! And all the Muses still were in their prime, When like Apollo he came forth to warm Our ears, or like a Mercury to charm! Nature herself was proud of his designs, And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines...
Page 135 - 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.
Page 852 - What wondrous life in this I lead ! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine, and curious peach, Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Page 506 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere; A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, 7° Although it fall and die that night, It was the plant and flower of light.
Page 510 - Yet must I not give Nature all : thy art, My gentle Shakespeare, must enjoy a part, For though the poet's matter Nature be, His art doth give the fashion, and that he Who casts to write a living line must sweat (Such as thine are) and strike the second heat Upon the Muses...
Page 800 - He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know At first sight if the bird be flown ; But what fair well or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown. And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams Call to the soul when man doth sleep, So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes, And into glory peep.
Page 852 - Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness: The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find ; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds and other seas, Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.
Page 851 - While all the flowers and trees do close To weave the garlands of repose. Fair Quiet, have I found thee here, And Innocence thy sister dear! Mistaken long, I sought you then In busy companies of men: Your sacred plants, if here below, Only among the plants will grow: Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So am'rous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress' name; Little, alas, they know or heed How far these...
Page 865 - Let us roll all our strength, and all Our sweetness, up into one ball: And tear our pleasures with rough strife, Thorough the iron gates of life.