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Dryden , I remember , in his “ Art of Poetry , ” says , “ Chaucer alone , fixed on this
solid base , In his old style conserves a modern grace ; Too happy , if the freedom
of his rhymes Offended not the method of our times . ” But if what you have ...
Dryden , I remember , in his “ Art of Poetry , ” says , “ Chaucer alone , fixed on this
solid base , In his old style conserves a modern grace ; Too happy , if the freedom
of his rhymes Offended not the method of our times . ” But if what you have ...
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After all , your Chaucer was a satirist , and you should , in justice , test him with
the same acid which you applied so remorselessly to Pope . PHILIP . Chaucer ' s
satire is of quite another complexion . A hearty laugh and a thrust in the ribs are ...
After all , your Chaucer was a satirist , and you should , in justice , test him with
the same acid which you applied so remorselessly to Pope . PHILIP . Chaucer ' s
satire is of quite another complexion . A hearty laugh and a thrust in the ribs are ...
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... whose memory writes Ichabod upon the most populous and palatial fowl -
houses of manhood ! Chaucer ' s Pegasus ambles along as easily , and crops the
grass and daisies of the roadside as contentedly , as if he had forgotten his wings
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... whose memory writes Ichabod upon the most populous and palatial fowl -
houses of manhood ! Chaucer ' s Pegasus ambles along as easily , and crops the
grass and daisies of the roadside as contentedly , as if he had forgotten his wings
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Chaucer reminds me oftenest of Crabbe , in the unstudied plainness of his
sentiment , and the minuteness of his descriptions . But , in Crabbe ' s poetry ,
Tyburn - tree is seen looming up in the distance , and the bell of the parish
workhouse is ...
Chaucer reminds me oftenest of Crabbe , in the unstudied plainness of his
sentiment , and the minuteness of his descriptions . But , in Crabbe ' s poetry ,
Tyburn - tree is seen looming up in the distance , and the bell of the parish
workhouse is ...
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... them , and they seem to me a fitting emblem of Chaucer ' s natural innocence .
Elizabeth Barrett , a woman whose genius I admire , says very beautifully of
Chaucer , “ Old Chaucer , with his infantine , Familiar clasp CHAUCER . 37.
... them , and they seem to me a fitting emblem of Chaucer ' s natural innocence .
Elizabeth Barrett , a woman whose genius I admire , says very beautifully of
Chaucer , “ Old Chaucer , with his infantine , Familiar clasp CHAUCER . 37.
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bear beauty become believe better bliss body Chaucer child clear comes dark dead dear death deep delight divine doth dream earth expression eyes face fair faith fall fear feel flowers freedom give golden grace grow hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven hope human JOHN kind language learned leaves less light live look mean mind nature never night noble o'er once passage PHILIP play poet poetry poor rest rise seems sense side silent sing song sorrow soul sound speak spirit stand stars strong sure sweet tell thee thine things thou thought true truly truth turn verse voice wander whole wind wings
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Page 165 - What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Page 214 - They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak ; They are slaves who will not choose Hatred, scoffing, and abuse, Rather than in silence shrink From the truth they needs must think ; They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or three.
Page 165 - Fair Quiet, have I found thee here, And Innocence, thy sister dear? Mistaken long, I sought you then In busy companies of men: Your sacred plants, if here below, Only among the plants will grow; Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So amorous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress
Page 100 - THE FOUNTAIN'. INTO the sunshine, Full of the light, Leaping and flashing From morn till night ! Into the moonlight, Whiter than snow, Waving so flower-like When the winds blow ! Into the starlight Rushing in spray, Happy at midnight, Happy by day ! Ever in...
Page 166 - Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide: There like a bird it sits, and sings, Then whets and claps its silver wings; And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light.
Page 109 - They knew not how he learned at all, For idly, hour by hour, He sat and watched the dead leaves fall, Or mused upon a common flower.
Page 263 - HE stood upon the world's broad threshold; wide The din of battle and of slaughter rose; He saw God stand upon the weaker side, That sank in seeming loss before its foes: Many there were who made great haste and sold Unto the cunning enemy their swords, He scorned their gifts of fame, and power, and gold, And, underneath their soft and flowery words, Heard the cold serpent hiss ; therefore he went And humbly joined him to the weaker part, Fanatic named, and fool, yet well content So he could be the...
Page 242 - Through the azure deep of air : Yet oft before his infant eyes would run Such forms as glitter in the Muse's ray, With orient hues unborrow'd of the sun ; Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the Good how far — but far above the Great ! § SA.
Page 51 - No, time, thou shalt not boast that I do change: Thy pyramids built up with newer might To me are nothing novel, nothing strange; They are but dressings of a former sight. Our dates are brief, and therefore we admire What thou dost foist upon us that is old; And rather make them born to our desire Than think that we before have heard them told. Thy registers and thee I both defy, Not...
Page 213 - MEN ! whose boast it is that ye Come of fathers brave and free, If there breathe on earth a slave, Are ye truly free and brave ? x If ye do not feel the chain, When it works a brother's pain, Are ye not base slaves indeed, — Slaves unworthy to be freed...
Bibliographic information
| Title | Poems |
| Author | James Russell Lowell |
| Edition | 2, reprint |
| Publisher | J. Owen, 1844 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 21 May 2007 |
| Length | 279 pages |
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