English Literary Miscellany: Series 1-2Bibliotheca Sacra Company, 1914 |
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Arnold authors authorship Ballads Cædmon called Canterbury Tales century character Chaucer church close Coleridge comedy couplet critics distinctive Dowden dramatic verse dramatists Dryden Elegy element Elizabeth Elizabethan England English letters English literature English poetry English prose English Reformation English verse epic especially Euphuism evince expression fact Faerie Queene feature fiction genius Geoffrey of Monmouth Golden Age Hence Hooker human ical Idylls interest Jonson King Arthur later lines lish literary history lyric verse Malory marked matic Matthew Arnold Memoriam mental merit Milton mind Modern English movement nature Old English opening period Petrarch philosophy plays poem poet poet's poetic political Protestant Puritan question Reformation reign relation revival romantic Romanticism Romish Saintsbury seen sense sentiment Shakespeare sixteenth song sonnets Spenser spirit stanza Stuart teenth Tennyson thought tion tragedy true truth Wordsworth writes wrote
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Seite 294 - Milton ! thou shouldst be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men; Oh! raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Seite 242 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite ; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Seite 312 - Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be; They are but broken lights of thee, And thou, O Lord, art more than they.
Seite 179 - Sleepless! and soon the small birds' melodies Must hear, first uttered from my orchard trees; And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry. Even thus last night, and two nights more, I lay, And could not win thee, Sleep! by any stealth: So do not let me wear...
Seite 196 - NUNS fret not at their convent's narrow room ; And hermits are contented with their cells ; And students with their pensive citadels ; Maids at the wheel, the weaver at his loom, Sit blithe and happy ; bees that soar for bloom, High as the highest Peak of Furness-fells, Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells : In truth the prison, unto which we doom Ourselves, no prison is...
Seite 146 - Well is it seene theyr sheepe bene not their owne, That letten them runne at randon alone : But they bene hyred for little pay Of other, that caren as little as they What fallen the flocke, so they ban the fleece, And get all the gayne, paying but a peece...
Seite 176 - Most glorious Lord of life, that on this day didst make thy triumph over death and sin; and having harrowed hell, didst bring away captivity thence captive, us to win: This joyous day, dear Lord, with joy begin...
Seite 196 - Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells; In truth the prison unto which we doom Ourselves no prison is : and hence for me, In sundry moods, 'twas pastime to be bound Within the Sonnet's scanty plot of ground ; Pleased if some souls (for such there needs must be) Who have felt the weight of too much liberty, Should find brief solace there, as I have found.
Seite 192 - Scorn not the Sonnet: Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours! With this key Shakespeare unlocked his heart; the melody Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound; A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound; With it Camoens soothed an exile's grief; The Sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow; a glow-worm lamp, It cheered mild Spenser, called from Faery-land To struggle through dark ways; and, when a damp Fell round the...
Seite 206 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's •waste...