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This gentil duk doun from his courser sterte With herte piteous, when he herde them sp'eke. Him thoughte that his herte wolde breke, Whan he saw them so piteous and so poor, That whilom weren of so gret honour.
This gentil duk doun from his courser sterte With herte piteous, when he herde them sp'eke. Him thoughte that his herte wolde breke, Whan he saw them so piteous and so poor, That whilom weren of so gret honour.
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The sesoun priketh every gentil herte, And maketh him out of his sleepe sterte, And seith, " Arise, and do thin observance." This maked Emelye have remembrance To do honour to May, and for to ryse. I-clothed was she fressh for to devyse ...
The sesoun priketh every gentil herte, And maketh him out of his sleepe sterte, And seith, " Arise, and do thin observance." This maked Emelye have remembrance To do honour to May, and for to ryse. I-clothed was she fressh for to devyse ...
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And so byfel, by aventure or case, That thurgh a wyndow thikke and many a barre Of iren greet and square as eny sparre, He cast his eyen upon Emelya, And therwithal he blinked and cryed, a! As that he stongen were unto the herte.
And so byfel, by aventure or case, That thurgh a wyndow thikke and many a barre Of iren greet and square as eny sparre, He cast his eyen upon Emelya, And therwithal he blinked and cryed, a! As that he stongen were unto the herte.
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To love my lady, whom I love and seek, , And ever shal, until myn herte break. Now certes, false Arcite, thou shalt not so. I loved her first, and tolde thee my woe That thou shouldst help me as my brother sworn To further me, ...
To love my lady, whom I love and seek, , And ever shal, until myn herte break. Now certes, false Arcite, thou shalt not so. I loved her first, and tolde thee my woe That thou shouldst help me as my brother sworn To further me, ...
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The deth he feleth thorugh his herte smyte; He weepeth, weyleth, cryeth piteously; To slay himself he wayteth privily. He seyde, " Alias the day that I was bornl Now is my prisoun werse than was biforn; Now am I doomed eternally to ...
The deth he feleth thorugh his herte smyte; He weepeth, weyleth, cryeth piteously; To slay himself he wayteth privily. He seyde, " Alias the day that I was bornl Now is my prisoun werse than was biforn; Now am I doomed eternally to ...
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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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Adonais anon Arcite arms Athenes beneath blood breast breath brow Cerinthus charm Christabel courser Creon Cuchulain dark dead death deep doth doun dream dwell earth Emelye eternal eyes face fair fear fire flowers gentle goblin green gret grew Grongar Hill hand hast hath heart heaven heere herte honour knew kynge lady Laura light live Lizzie look Lord maid morning mourn never night nought o'er Palamon passion Peirithous pride prisoun Robyn Roland de Vaux rose round ryde seem'd seyde shade shal Shanter sight Sir Leoline sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars sterte stood sweet tears Thebes thee ther Theseus thine things thou thought thro trewe truth Twas unto virtue voice waves ween Whan wild wind wolde wyde youth
Informações bibliográficas
| Título | The Golden Treasury of Longer Poems |
| Editor | Ernest Rhys |
| Editora | Wildside Press LLC, 2009 |
| ISBN | 1434451615, 9781434451613 |
| Num. págs. | 384 páginas |
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