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In all this variety, the main purpose is to show the great succession of the English poets who wrote, as Coleridge says, with A light in sound, a soundlike power in light, Rhythm in all thought, and joyance everywhere.
In all this variety, the main purpose is to show the great succession of the English poets who wrote, as Coleridge says, with A light in sound, a soundlike power in light, Rhythm in all thought, and joyance everywhere.
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... messager of day, Saluteth in her song the morning gray; And fyry Phebus ryseth up so bright, That al the orient laugheth with the light, And with his stremes dryeth in the greves The silver dropes, hongyng on the leeves, And Arcite, ...
... messager of day, Saluteth in her song the morning gray; And fyry Phebus ryseth up so bright, That al the orient laugheth with the light, And with his stremes dryeth in the greves The silver dropes, hongyng on the leeves, And Arcite, ...
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And thus they be depart til morning light, Whan ech of them had pledged his feith to fight. 0 Cupide, foe of alle charitee ! O King, that wolt no felaw have with thee, Ful soth is seyde, that love and eek lordshipe Wol not, for aught, ...
And thus they be depart til morning light, Whan ech of them had pledged his feith to fight. 0 Cupide, foe of alle charitee ! O King, that wolt no felaw have with thee, Ful soth is seyde, that love and eek lordshipe Wol not, for aught, ...
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The northern light in at the dore shone, For wyndow on the walle was ther none, Through which men might the light of day disceme. The dores wer alle adamant eterne, Y-clenched overthwart and endelong With iron tough; and, for to make it ...
The northern light in at the dore shone, For wyndow on the walle was ther none, Through which men might the light of day disceme. The dores wer alle adamant eterne, Y-clenched overthwart and endelong With iron tough; and, for to make it ...
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With him ther went* knyghtes many a oon; Some will be armed in an armour stout, In a brest-plat and in a light* cote ; And som wold have a peyre of plates large; And som wold have a Pruce shield, or targe; Som wil be armed on their ...
With him ther went* knyghtes many a oon; Some will be armed in an armour stout, In a brest-plat and in a light* cote ; And som wold have a peyre of plates large; And som wold have a Pruce shield, or targe; Som wil be armed on their ...
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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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