The Golden Treasury of Songs and Lyrics, with NotesScott, Foresman and Company, 1908 - 437 sider |
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Side v
... less distinctly creative than music and archi- tecture , both of which give shape , as it were , to something that did not exist in any shape be- fore . It is less directly imitative than sculpture and painting , since these employ ...
... less distinctly creative than music and archi- tecture , both of which give shape , as it were , to something that did not exist in any shape be- fore . It is less directly imitative than sculpture and painting , since these employ ...
Side ix
... less essentially true in their portrayal of states of sin , suffering , and happiness in the human soul . In such a case the imagery of the poem may be regarded as fiction if we please , but the poem is none the less truth in the ...
... less essentially true in their portrayal of states of sin , suffering , and happiness in the human soul . In such a case the imagery of the poem may be regarded as fiction if we please , but the poem is none the less truth in the ...
Side xi
... ordinary prose of science , of record , and communication . Here our first guide shall be Milton , who , in differ- entiating poetry from logic , declared it to be " less subtle and fine but more simple , sensuous The Study of Poetry xi.
... ordinary prose of science , of record , and communication . Here our first guide shall be Milton , who , in differ- entiating poetry from logic , declared it to be " less subtle and fine but more simple , sensuous The Study of Poetry xi.
Side xii
" less subtle and fine but more simple , sensuous , and passionate . " " Simple , Sensuous , and Passionate . " - The direct way to the heart is not through the reason , but through the senses and emotions and the language of the senses ...
" less subtle and fine but more simple , sensuous , and passionate . " " Simple , Sensuous , and Passionate . " - The direct way to the heart is not through the reason , but through the senses and emotions and the language of the senses ...
Side xiv
... less familiar experiences and involving them at times in subtle webs of thought . Only , he will keep more on the side of sensuous- ness and simplicity than if he were writing philosophical prose . Moreover , there is in Milton's ...
... less familiar experiences and involving them at times in subtle webs of thought . Only , he will keep more on the side of sensuous- ness and simplicity than if he were writing philosophical prose . Moreover , there is in Milton's ...
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Palgrave's Golden Treasury of Songs and Lyrics ... Francis Turner Palgrave Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1903 |
The Golden Treasury of Songs and Lyrics, with Notes Francis Turner Palgrave Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1908 |
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anapestic Arethuse beauty beneath birds bonnie bower breast breath bright Brignall County Guy dactylic dark dead dear death delight dost doth dream earth ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA eyes fair fancy fear feel feet flowers frae gentle glory Gray green H. F. Lyte happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill iambic pentameter kiss leaves light live look'd Lord Byron Love's Lycidas lyre lyric Lyrical Poetry Milton mind morn mountains Muse ne'er never night numbers Nymph o'er P. B. Shelley passion Pindaric pleasure poem poet poetry rhyme rose round seem'd shade Shakespeare sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit Spring stanzas star sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought tree trochaic trochee Twas verse voice waly waly waves weep wild winds wings Wordsworth Yarrow youth
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Side 325 - EARTH has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty : This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning ; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill ; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep ! The river glideth at his own sweet...
Side 323 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Side 76 - 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.
Side 352 - And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing...
Side 69 - A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit, tu-who, A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Side 70 - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight. Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Side 324 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
Side 50 - Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'ersways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
Side 324 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Side 389 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.