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The Poets' Praise: From Homer to Swinburne, Collected and Arranged, With ...
Estelle Davenport Adams
Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2015
bard beauty Ben Jonson breath Burns Byron Canto charm Chaucer Coleridge Cowper crown D. G. Rossetti dark dead Death divine doth dream Dryden E. B. Browning Earl earth English Epic Poetry Epistle eternal eyes F. T. Palgrave fame fire flame flowers genius George glory grace grave Hartley Coleridge hast hath heart heaven Homer honour Horace immortal John Jonson Keats Landor Leigh Hunt light lines live Lord Lowell lyre Matthew Arnold melody Memory mighty Milton Mortimer Collins Muse Nature's numbers o'er passion Pastorals Poems poet's Poetry Poets Pope praise rhyme Robert sang Shakespeare Shelley shine sing smile sonnet soul Spenser spirit star strain sublime sung sweet Swinburne Sydney Dobell T. B. Aldrich tears tender Tennyson thee Theodore Watts thine things Thomas thou thought thy song tongue truth verse Vindication of Poesy Vision of Poets voice wild William wings Wordsworth
Seite 183 - was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness ; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Seite 72 - Light among the vanish'd ages ; star that gildest yet this phantom shore ; Golden branch amid the shadows, kings and realms that pass to rise no more ; . . . I salute thee, Mantovano, I that loved thee since my day began, Wielder of the stateliest measure ever moulded by the lips of man. TENNYSON: To Virgil
Seite 216 - John Gay Of Manners gentle, of Affections mild ; In Wit, a Man ; Simplicity, a Child : With native Humour temp'ring virtuous Rage, Form'd to delight at once and lash the age : Above Temptation, in a low Estate, And uncorrupted, ev'n among the great: A safe Companion, and an easy Friend, Unblam'd thro ! Life, lamented in thy End.
Seite 124 - Neat Marlowe, bathed in the Thespian springs, Had in him those brave translunary things That the first 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. DRAYTON
Seite 233 - When Goethe's death was told, we said : Sunk, then, is Europe's sagest head. Physician of the iron age, Goethe has done his pilgrimage. He took the suffering human race, He read each wound, each weakness clear ; And struck his finger on the place, And said : Thou ailest here, and here I
Seite 336 - Never may I commence my song, my due To God who best taught song by gift of thee, Except with bent head and beseeching hand— That still, despite the distance and the dark, What was, again may be ; some interchange Of grace, some splendour once thy very thought, Some benediction anciently thy smile
Seite 126 - to make thee a room : Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read, and praise to give. That 1 not mix thee so my brain excuses, I mean with great, but
Seite 52 - his text peruse ; And let your comment be the Mantuan Muse. When first young Maro in his boundless mind A work t' outlast immortal Rome design'd, Perhaps he seem'd above the critic's law, And but from Nature's fountains scorn'd to draw : But when t' examine ev'ry part he came, Nature and Homer were, he found, the same.
Seite 73 - Horace still charms with graceful negligence, And without method talks us into sense, Will, like a friend, familiarly convey The truest notions in the easiest way. He, who supreme in judgment, as in wit, Might boldly censure, as he boldly writ, Yet judg'd with coolness, tho' he sung with fire ; His Precepts teach but what his works inspire.
Seite 64 - Be his My special thanks, whose even-balanced soul, From first youth tested up to extreme old age, Business could not make dull, nor passion wild ; Who saw life steadily, and saw it whole ; The mellow glory of the Attic stage, Singer of sweet Colonus, and its child. MATTHEW ARNOLD : To a Friend