Palamon and Arcite

American Book Company, 1898 - 111 páginas

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Página 16 - He must have been a man of a most wonderful comprehensive nature, because, as it has been truly observed of him, he has taken into the compass of his " Canterbury Tales" the various manners and humours (as we now call them) of the whole English nation, in his age.
Página 18 - ... for which they were enacted. As for the other part of the argument, that his thoughts will lose of their original beauty by the innovation of words; in the first place, not only their beauty, but their being is lost, where they are no longer understood, which is the present case. I grant that something must be lost in all transfusion, that is, in all translations...
Página 50 - Their adverse breasts with tusks oblique they wound ; With grunts and groans the forest rings around. So fought the knights, and fighting must abide, Till fate an umpire sends their difference to decide. The power that ministers to God's decrees...
Página 68 - The balls of his broad eyes rolled in his head, And glared betwixt a yellow and a red ; He looked a lion with a gloomy stare, And o'er his eyebrows hung his matted hair ; Big-boned, and large of limbs, with sinews strong, Broad-shouldered, and his arms were round and long.
Página 16 - The verse of Chaucer, I confess, is not harmonious to us; but 'tis like the eloquence of one whom Tacitus commends, it was auribus istius temporis accommodata: they who lived with him, and some time after him, thought it musical; and it continues so, even in our judgment, if compared with the numbers of Lidgate and Gower, his contemporaries: there is the rude sweetness of a Scotch tune in it, which is natural and pleasing, though not perfect.
Página 44 - That all the horizon laughed to see the joyous sight: He with his tepid rays the rose renews, And licks the drooping leaves, and dries the dews, When Arcite left his bed, resolved to pay Observance to the month of merry May; Forth on his fiery steed betimes he rode, That...
Página 95 - But whither went his soul ? let such relate Who search the secrets of the future state : Divines can say but what themselves believe ; Strong proofs they have, but not demonstrative; For, were all plain, then all sides must agree, And faith itself be lost in certainty.* To live uprightly, then, is sure the best ; To save ourselves, and not to damn the rest.
Página 17 - Chaucer, I confess, is a rough diamond, and must first be polished, ere he shines. I deny not likewise, that, living in our early days of poetry, he writes not always of a piece ; but sometimes mingles trivial things with those of greater moment. Sometimes also, though not often, he runs riot, like Ovid, and knows not when he has said enough. But there are more great wits besides Chaucer, whose fault is their excess of conceits, and those ill sorted.
Página 69 - His amber-coloured locks in ringlets run, With graceful negligence, and shone against the sun. His nose was aquiline, his eyes were blue, Ruddy his lips, and fresh and fair his hue ; Some sprinkled freckles on his face were seen, Whose dusk set off the whiteness of the skin...

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