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And thus with victorie and with melodye Let I this noble duk to Athens ryde, And al his host, in armes him biside. And certes, were it not too long to heere, I wolde have told you fully the manere, How wonnen was the realm of Femenye By ...
And thus with victorie and with melodye Let I this noble duk to Athens ryde, And al his host, in armes him biside. And certes, were it not too long to heere, I wolde have told you fully the manere, How wonnen was the realm of Femenye By ...
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And right anon, withoute more delaye His baner he desplayeth, and took his waye To Thebes-ward, and al his host bysyde; Nor near Athenes wolde he go nor ryde, Nor take his ese fully half a day, But onward on his way that nyght he lay; ...
And right anon, withoute more delaye His baner he desplayeth, and took his waye To Thebes-ward, and al his host bysyde; Nor near Athenes wolde he go nor ryde, Nor take his ese fully half a day, But onward on his way that nyght he lay; ...
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That other where him luste may ryde or go, But see his lady shal he never mo. Now deem it as you liste, ye that can, For I wil telle forth as I bigan. When that Arcite to Thebes come was, Ful oft a day he moaned and seyd alas !
That other where him luste may ryde or go, But see his lady shal he never mo. Now deem it as you liste, ye that can, For I wil telle forth as I bigan. When that Arcite to Thebes come was, Ful oft a day he moaned and seyd alas !
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... He is not clad, and redy for to ryde With hunt and horn, and houndes him byside* For in his huntyng hath he such delyt, That it is al his joye and appetyt To be himself the grete hertes bane, For after Mars he serveth now Dyane.
... He is not clad, and redy for to ryde With hunt and horn, and houndes him byside* For in his huntyng hath he such delyt, That it is al his joye and appetyt To be himself the grete hertes bane, For after Mars he serveth now Dyane.
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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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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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