Sir Philip Sidney: Type of English Chivalry in the Elizabethan AgeG.P. Putnam's sons, 1891 - Всего страниц: 384 "Sir Philip Sidney (30 November 1554? 17 October 1586) was an English poet, courtier and soldier, and is remembered as one of the most prominent figures of the Elizabethan Age. His works include Astrophel and Stella, The Defence of Poesy (also known as The Defence of Poetry or An Apology for Poetry), and The Countess of Pembroke's Arcadia."--Wikipedia. |
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Стр. 272 - Leave me, O love which reachest but to dust; And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things; Grow rich in that which never taketh rust, Whatever fades but fading pleasure brings. Draw in thy beams, and humble all thy might To that sweet yoke where lasting freedoms be; Which breaks the clouds and opens forth the light, That doth both shine and give us sight to see.
Стр. 271 - Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show, That she, dear she, might take some pleasure of my pain, Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know. Knowledge might pity win, and pity grace obtain, I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe ; Studying inventions fine her wits to entertain, Oft turning others' leaves to see if thence would flow Some fresh and fruitful showers upon my sunburnt brain.
Стр. 271 - And others' feet still seemed but strangers in my way. Thus, great with child to speak, and helpless in my throes, Biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite, "Fool," said my Muse to me, "look in thy heart and write.
Стр. 234 - Town-folks my strength; a daintier judge applies His praise to sleight which from good use doth rise; Some lucky wits impute it but to chance; Others, because of both sides I do take My blood from them who did excel in this, Think nature me a man of arms did make.
Стр. 257 - But if (fie of such a but) you be born so near the dull-making cataract of Nilus that you cannot hear the planet-like music of Poetry, if you have so earth-creeping a mind that it cannot lift itself up to look to the sky of Poetry, or rather, by a certain rustical disdain, will become such a Mome as to be a Momus of Poetry...
Стр. 255 - ... it is that feigning notable images of virtues, vices, or what else, with that delightful teaching, which must be the right describing note to know a poet by.
Стр. 14 - Thou art not, Penshurst, built to envious show Of touch or marble; nor canst boast a row Of polished pillars or a roof of gold : Thou hast no lantern, whereof tales are told ; Or stair, or courts ; but stand'st an ancient pile, And these grudged at, are reverenced the while. Thou joy'st in better marks, of soil, of air, Of wood, of water ; therein thou art fair.
Стр. 27 - Use exercise of body, but such as is without peril of your joints or bones ; it will increase your force and enlarge your breath. " Delight to be cleanly, as well in all parts of your body as in your garments ; it shall make you grateful in each company, and otherwise, loathsome. " Give yourself to be merry ; for you degenerate from your father, if you find not yourself most able in wit and body to do anything when you be most merry.
Стр. 268 - My true love hath my heart, and I have his. His heart in me keeps him and me in one, My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides: He loves my heart, for once it was his own, I cherish his because in me it bides: My true love hath my heart, and I have his.
Стр. 223 - HETHER the Turkish new moon minded be To fill his horns this year on Christian coast ? How Poles' right King means, without leave of host, To warm with ill-made fire, cold Muscovy...