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The oldest lady of them all* spak, When she hadde swowned with a dedly chere, That it was pity for to see or heere ; And seyde: " Lord, to whom Fortune hath geven Victorie, and as a conquerour to lyven, Noughte greveth us youre glorie ...
The oldest lady of them all* spak, When she hadde swowned with a dedly chere, That it was pity for to see or heere ; And seyde: " Lord, to whom Fortune hath geven Victorie, and as a conquerour to lyven, Noughte greveth us youre glorie ...
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This prisoun caused me not for to crye. But I was hurt right now thorough myn eye Into myn herte, that wil my bane be. The fairnesse of the lady that I see Yonde in the gardyn roming to and fro, Is cause of al my cryying and my wo.
This prisoun caused me not for to crye. But I was hurt right now thorough myn eye Into myn herte, that wil my bane be. The fairnesse of the lady that I see Yonde in the gardyn roming to and fro, Is cause of al my cryying and my wo.
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And with that word Arcit« gan espye Where that this lady roamed to and fro. And with that sight her beauty hurt him so, That if that Palamon was wounded sore, Arcite is hurt as moche as he, or more. And with a sigh he seyd« piteously: ...
And with that word Arcit« gan espye Where that this lady roamed to and fro. And with that sight her beauty hurt him so, That if that Palamon was wounded sore, Arcite is hurt as moche as he, or more. And with a sigh he seyd« piteously: ...
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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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Thou maiste, since thou hast wysdom and manhede, Assemble al the folk of oure kyndred, And make a werre so sharpe in this citee, That by som aventure, or by som trety, Thou mayst her wynne to lady and to wyf, For whom that I must needes ...
Thou maiste, since thou hast wysdom and manhede, Assemble al the folk of oure kyndred, And make a werre so sharpe in this citee, That by som aventure, or by som trety, Thou mayst her wynne to lady and to wyf, For whom that I must needes ...
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| 14 | |
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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