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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 Palamon answered, and seyde ageyn, " Cosyn, for-sothe, of this opynyoim. Thou hast a veyn imaginaci< u ->. 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.
This Palamon answered, and seyde ageyn, " Cosyn, for-sothe, of this opynyoim. Thou hast a veyn imaginaci< u ->. 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.
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And therwithal on knees adoun he fel, And seyde: " Venus, if it be youre wil You in this gardyn thus to transfigure, Bifore me sorrowful wretched creature, Out of this prisoun help that we may scape. And if so be oure destynee be shape, ...
And therwithal on knees adoun he fel, And seyde: " Venus, if it be youre wil You in this gardyn thus to transfigure, Bifore me sorrowful wretched creature, Out of this prisoun help that we may scape. And if so be oure destynee be shape, ...
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He seyde, " Alias the day that I was bornl Now is my prisoun werse than was biforn; Now am I doomed eternally to dwelle Not only in purgatorie, but in helle. Alias ! that ever I knewe Peirithous ! For else I had y-dwelt with Theseus ...
He seyde, " Alias the day that I was bornl Now is my prisoun werse than was biforn; Now am I doomed eternally to dwelle Not only in purgatorie, but in helle. Alias ! that ever I knewe Peirithous ! For else I had y-dwelt with Theseus ...
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Then seyde; " 0 goddes cruel, that governe This world with byndyng of your word eterne, And written in the table of adamant Is all your will and youre eterne graunte, How is mankynde more by you held Than is the sheep, that lieth in the ...
Then seyde; " 0 goddes cruel, that governe This world with byndyng of your word eterne, And written in the table of adamant Is all your will and youre eterne graunte, How is mankynde more by you held Than is the sheep, that lieth in the ...
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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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