The Songs of England and Scotland, 第 1 卷J. Cochrane, 1835 |
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... Dryden has said , that " mankind even the most barbarous , have the seeds of poetry implanted in them . " + Music , I may add , had its origin at the same time , but painting was of somewhat later growth , when knowledge was greater and ...
... Dryden has said , that " mankind even the most barbarous , have the seeds of poetry implanted in them . " + Music , I may add , had its origin at the same time , but painting was of somewhat later growth , when knowledge was greater and ...
第 ii 頁
... with a pleasant sound , " after the dance with timbrels in the cool of evening , presented to the mind all that earth could offer of paradise . * Dryden . Preface to Juvenal . There can be little doubt but that the poetry of INTRODUCTION .
... with a pleasant sound , " after the dance with timbrels in the cool of evening , presented to the mind all that earth could offer of paradise . * Dryden . Preface to Juvenal . There can be little doubt but that the poetry of INTRODUCTION .
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... Dryden . By many it is thought that true feeling degenerated , and that nature really gave way to art : among this class of perhaps just thinkers is Mr. Procter , better known as Barry Cornwall . There have been few or no songs since ...
... Dryden . By many it is thought that true feeling degenerated , and that nature really gave way to art : among this class of perhaps just thinkers is Mr. Procter , better known as Barry Cornwall . There have been few or no songs since ...
第 xxxii 頁
... Dryden's genius had no com- mand over a song , he was deficient in lyrical ease , and had neither nature or conceit on his side . Sedley , Rochester and Prior are Dryden's superiors in song . The taste of Ritson was of a most common ...
... Dryden's genius had no com- mand over a song , he was deficient in lyrical ease , and had neither nature or conceit on his side . Sedley , Rochester and Prior are Dryden's superiors in song . The taste of Ritson was of a most common ...
第 xxxiii 頁
... Dryden has styled the closeness of thought , with the simplicity , pathos , and music , requisite for an author to excel in a very difficult and very high department of genius . Burns has somewhere said that those who consider a good ...
... Dryden has styled the closeness of thought , with the simplicity , pathos , and music , requisite for an author to excel in a very difficult and very high department of genius . Burns has somewhere said that those who consider a good ...
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第 256 頁 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
第 92 頁 - Enlarged winds that curl the flood Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage ; Minds innocent and quiet take That for a hermitage.
第 31 頁 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
第 95 頁 - WHY so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
第 257 頁 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord ! [From the Hebrew Melodies.] KNOW YE THE LAND?
第 21 頁 - 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 roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who...
第 256 頁 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea. When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
第 79 頁 - HE that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires ; As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away. But a smooth and steadfast mind, Gentle thoughts and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires. Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes.
第 21 頁 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
第 20 頁 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...