The Laureates of England: Ben Jonson to Alfred Tennyson

Kenyon West

Frederick A. Stokes Company, 1895 - 459 páginas

Conteúdo

• To a Child: 1
• Epitaph on Elizabeth L H: 10
• II: 42
• From Rival Ladies: 46
• 18: 51
• 19: 56
• From Psalm CIV: 116
• Selection: 127
• COLLEY CIBber: 137
• From Womans Wit: 144
• Selection from The Ode for: 146
• ROBERT SOUTHEY: 149
• The Spanish Armada: 163
• The Curse: 166
• The Sea: 171
• The Old Mans Comforts and: 175
• Stanzas Written in my Library: 184
• Call Ye These Appearances: 207
• 184: 213
• Ode on Intimations of Immortality: 224
• Composed upon an Evening: 230
• Character of the Happy Warrior: 236
• The Shepherd Looking: 248
• Some Ballads Narratives and Pas: 268
• Power of Music: 277
• Anecdote for Fathers: 284
• The Affliction of Margaret: 291
• Yarrow Unvisited: 317
• Memories of Departed Friends: 324
• My Heart Leaps Up: 333
• Selection from The Ode on Prince: 348
• Move Eastward: 384
• Selections from: 417
• Selection from The Princess: 423
• Ward: 457

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Página 17 - STILL to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast; Still to be powdered, still perfumed; Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free: Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all the adulteries of art; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.

Informações bibliográficas

• Título: The Laureates of England: Ben Jonson to Alfred Tennyson
• Autor: Kenyon West
• Colaborador: Kenyon West
• Editora: Frederick A. Stokes Company, 1895
• Original de: Universidade de Michigan
• Digitalizado: 10 out. 2007
• Num. págs.: 459 páginas