A Book of Elizabethan LyricsFelix Emmanuel Schelling Ginn, 1895 - 327 sider |
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Side viii
... metrical words , but partakes more of the nature — if not of the limitations of music in reflecting a mood rather than in symbolizing an event or presenting a picture . " Lyrical beauty , " says Mr. Stedman , " does not necessarily ...
... metrical words , but partakes more of the nature — if not of the limitations of music in reflecting a mood rather than in symbolizing an event or presenting a picture . " Lyrical beauty , " says Mr. Stedman , " does not necessarily ...
Side xiii
... metrical facility . Gascoigne died two years later , and few of his poetical contemporaries long survived him , if we except Whetstone and Churchyard , who are both distinctly unlyrical , if not unpoetical . To this we may add the fact ...
... metrical facility . Gascoigne died two years later , and few of his poetical contemporaries long survived him , if we except Whetstone and Churchyard , who are both distinctly unlyrical , if not unpoetical . To this we may add the fact ...
Side xxx
... metrical forms over the slow - paced sonnet . Hence we find the songs of the dramatists vying in wealth of fancy and originality of form with the best work of other lyrists . With the exception of Shakespeare , whose lyrics , like all ...
... metrical forms over the slow - paced sonnet . Hence we find the songs of the dramatists vying in wealth of fancy and originality of form with the best work of other lyrists . With the exception of Shakespeare , whose lyrics , like all ...
Side xxxiv
... metrical facility . Would that we had one nore lyric like the immortal " Shall I wasting in despair ' for many pages of eclogues and satires , excellent although many of them undoubtedly are . 99 Lastly we reach William Drummond of ...
... metrical facility . Would that we had one nore lyric like the immortal " Shall I wasting in despair ' for many pages of eclogues and satires , excellent although many of them undoubtedly are . 99 Lastly we reach William Drummond of ...
Side xl
... metrical system , as a continuance of the original freedom of English verse as to the distribution of syllables . Most English trochaics . show a tendency to revert back to the more usual iambic system by the addition of an initial ...
... metrical system , as a continuance of the original freedom of English verse as to the distribution of syllables . Most English trochaics . show a tendency to revert back to the more usual iambic system by the addition of an initial ...
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Astrophel and Stella Beaumont beauty BEN JONSON birds breast Breton bright Bullen Campion couplet Daniel Davison death delight Dirge Donne doth Drayton Drummond earth Elizabethan England's Helicon English eyes fair fancy fear Fleay Fletcher flowers FRANCIS BEAUMONT golden grace Gram green Grosart hath heart heaven honor Italian JOHN FLETCHER Jonson kiss lady live Love's lovers Lyrics from Elizabethan lyrists madrigal metrical Michael Drayton mistress Muse never NICHOLAS BRETON night nonny passion pastoral Philip Rosseter Phyllis play pleasure poem Poetical Rhapsody poetry poets praise pretty printed quatorzain Queen rimes SAMUEL DANIEL sense Shakespeare shepherd Sidney sighs sing sleep Song Books sonnet sorrow soul Spenser spring stanza sweet content tercets thee Thomas THOMAS CAMPION THOMAS DEKKER thou art thought trochaic unto verse wanton weep whilst WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Wither words writing written ΙΟ
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Side 86 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Side 164 - Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.
Side xix - ... no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound ; I grant I never saw a goddess go ; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground; And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
Side 86 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Side 85 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow; And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Side 154 - Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark! now I hear them, — ding-dong, bell.
Side 237 - The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reckoning yields; A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.
Side 122 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming ? O, stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Side 128 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Side 88 - Fie, fie, fie,' now would she cry ; ' Tereu, tereu ! ' by and by ; That to hear her so complain, Scarce I could from tears refrain ; For her griefs, so lively shown, Made me think upon mine own. Ah, thought I, thou mourn'st in vain ! None takes pity on thy pain : Senseless trees they cannot hear thee ; Ruthless...