The Burden of the Victorian Lyric: A Comparative Study of Elizabethan and Victorian LyricsUniversity of Wisconsin--Madison, 1900 - 222 páginas |
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... things blessed When all thy praises are expressed , Dear joy , how I do love thee ! As the birds do love the Spring , Or the bees their careful king : Then in requite , sweet virgin , love me . " SONG By Alice Meynell . ( Vic . An . -37-
... things blessed When all thy praises are expressed , Dear joy , how I do love thee ! As the birds do love the Spring , Or the bees their careful king : Then in requite , sweet virgin , love me . " SONG By Alice Meynell . ( Vic . An . -37-
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... praise ; I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs , and with my childhood's faith . I love the with a love I se med to lose With my lost saints , - - I love thee with the breath , Smiles , tears , of all my life ! and ...
... praise ; I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs , and with my childhood's faith . I love the with a love I se med to lose With my lost saints , - - I love thee with the breath , Smiles , tears , of all my life ! and ...
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... praise of God to play and sing , With trumpet and with shalm ! All laborers draw home at even , ་ And can to others say , Thanks to the gracious God of heaven , Who sent this summer day . To the Victorian Summer brings the eternal note ...
... praise of God to play and sing , With trumpet and with shalm ! All laborers draw home at even , ་ And can to others say , Thanks to the gracious God of heaven , Who sent this summer day . To the Victorian Summer brings the eternal note ...
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... praise of the Giver of the rich hervest . This I take to be quite natural - the brom and the grey days were not for them , and they cared not to sing of them . PRAISE OF CERES By Thomas Heywood ( Schelling pare 162 -85-
... praise of the Giver of the rich hervest . This I take to be quite natural - the brom and the grey days were not for them , and they cared not to sing of them . PRAISE OF CERES By Thomas Heywood ( Schelling pare 162 -85-
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... praise , That sows and reaps our ground : Ceres , Queen of Plenty , hallows Growing fields as well as fallows . The Victorians , on the other hand , loved autumn and treated it in all its dark , rich , or somber shades . It brought sad ...
... praise , That sows and reaps our ground : Ceres , Queen of Plenty , hallows Growing fields as well as fallows . The Victorians , on the other hand , loved autumn and treated it in all its dark , rich , or somber shades . It brought sad ...
Términos y frases comunes
appeal AUTUMN Barnabe Barnes beauty Ben Jonson bethans breath Browning cold convivial lyrics Cupid plague thee Daniel Schelling dead dear death doth dream earth Elizabethan lyrics emotions England EPITAPH Evelyn Hope eyes fading fair faith flowers foe to reason folded palms Francis Beaumont glory golden hand hath hear heart heaven heigh-ho immortal John Donne John Dowland kiss life's light lips little child live love good-morrow love thee love's emblems lovers lullaby never night o'er passion pathetic poet poetry pretty pu-we Roden Noel roses Schelling page Schelling pare shadow Shakespeare Schelling shepherd Siren pleasant sleep smile soft Songs of Three SONNET sorrow soul spirit spring stanza Stella summer sweet tears Tennyson thine Thomas Campion Thomas Dekker Thomas Heywood Thomas Hood Thomas Nashe thought to-witta-woo Victorian loved Victorian lyrics Victorian poems weep wind wings young
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Página 87 - Tu-who, 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...
Página 51 - If, drunk with sight of power, we loose Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe — Such boasting as the Gentiles use Or lesser breeds without the Law — Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget — lest we forget! For heathen heart that puts her trust In reeking tube and iron shard — All valiant dust that builds on dust, And guarding calls not Thee to guard — For frantic boast and foolish word, Thy Mercy on Thy People, Lord!
Página 25 - At those clear wells Where sweetness dwells, Drawn up by saints in crystal buckets. And when our bottles and all we Are filled with immortality, Then the...
Página 10 - But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world.
Página 96 - Which will not leave the myrrh-bush on the height; To hear each other's whisper'd speech; Eating the Lotos day by day, To watch the crisping ripples on the beach, And tender curving lines of creamy spray...
Página 26 - Here, in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam ; Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home.
Página 50 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Página 96 - Let us alone. Time driveth onward fast, And in a little while our lips are dumb. Let us alone. What is it that will last? All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful past.
Página 5 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Página 64 - I loved you, Evelyn, all the while ! My heart seemed full as it could hold ; There was place and to spare for the frank young smile, And the red young mouth, and the hair's young gold. So, hush, — I will give you this leaf to keep : See, I shut it inside the sweet cold hand ! There, that is our secret: go to sleep! You will wake, and remember, and understand.