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And right anon it ran him into mynde, That since his face was so disfigured Of maladie the which he had endured, He mighte wel, if that he kept him lowe, Lyve in Athenes ever more unknowe, And see his lady wel nigh day by day.
And right anon it ran him into mynde, That since his face was so disfigured Of maladie the which he had endured, He mighte wel, if that he kept him lowe, Lyve in Athenes ever more unknowe, And see his lady wel nigh day by day.
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And when that he hath herd Arcites tale, As he were mad, with face deed and pale, He sterte him up out of the busshes thikke, And seyd: " Arcyte, false traitour wikke, Now art thou caught, that lovest my lady so, For whom that I have al ...
And when that he hath herd Arcites tale, As he were mad, with face deed and pale, He sterte him up out of the busshes thikke, And seyd: " Arcyte, false traitour wikke, Now art thou caught, that lovest my lady so, For whom that I have al ...
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... the feeld betwix them two, And on his hors, alone as he was borne, He caryed al this armour him biforn; And in the grove, at tyme and place i-sette, This Arcite and this Palamon be mette. Then changen gan their colour in their face.
... the feeld betwix them two, And on his hors, alone as he was borne, He caryed al this armour him biforn; And in the grove, at tyme and place i-sette, This Arcite and this Palamon be mette. Then changen gan their colour in their face.
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And thus with good hope and with mery face They take their leve, and hom-ward bothe they ryde To Thebes-ward, with olde walles wyde. I trow* men wold deme it necligencfe, If I forgete to telle the dispence Of Theseus, ...
And thus with good hope and with mery face They take their leve, and hom-ward bothe they ryde To Thebes-ward, with olde walles wyde. I trow* men wold deme it necligencfe, If I forgete to telle the dispence Of Theseus, ...
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There mayst thou see comyng with Palamoun Ligurge himself, the gret* kyng of Thrace; Blak was his berd, and manly was his face. The circles of his eyen in his hed They glowdden bytwixe yellow and red, And lik a griffoun 30 GEOFFREY ...
There mayst thou see comyng with Palamoun Ligurge himself, the gret* kyng of Thrace; Blak was his berd, and manly was his face. The circles of his eyen in his hed They glowdden bytwixe yellow and red, And lik a griffoun 30 GEOFFREY ...
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The Knightes Tale Geoffrey Chaucer I | 53 |
The Restless State of a Lover Earl of Surrey | 61 |
The Image of Death Lord Vaux | 73 |
Fortune and Virtue Thomas Dehker | 80 |
KOn the Morning of Christs | 88 |
The Chronicle Abraham Cowley | 95 |
Home Joseph Beaumont | 103 |
The Schoolmistress William Shenstone | 138 |
A Song to David | 170 |
Tam o Shanter | 189 |
y Lines on Tintern Abbey | 210 |
The Siege of Corinth | 241 |
Adonais | 279 |
The Sensitive Plant | 292 |
The LotosEaters | 306 |
Protogenes and Apelles Matthew Prior | 109 |
Baucis and Philemon Jonathan Swift | 116 |
A Nocturnal Reverie Countess of Winchilsea | 123 |
London Samuel Johnson | 132 |
The Scholar Gipsy | 332 |
William Watson | 360 |
j ElegyThe SummerHouse | 372 |
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