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And with that word, withoute more respite, They fillen flat, and criden piteously, " Have on us wretched wommen som mercy, And lat oure sorrow synken in thyn herte." This gentil duk doun from his courser sterte With herte piteous, ...
And with that word, withoute more respite, They fillen flat, and criden piteously, " Have on us wretched wommen som mercy, And lat oure sorrow synken in thyn herte." This gentil duk doun from his courser sterte With herte piteous, ...
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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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... He cast his eyen upon Emelya, And therwithal he blinked and cryed, a! As that he stongen were unto the herte. And with that crye Arcite'anon up sterte, And seyde, " Cosyn myn, what eyleth thee, That art so pale and deedly for ...
... He cast his eyen upon Emelya, And therwithal he blinked and cryed, a! As that he stongen were unto the herte. And with that crye Arcite'anon up sterte, And seyde, " Cosyn myn, what eyleth thee, That art so pale and deedly for ...
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And with that word Arcite woke and sterte. " Now trewely how sore that me smerte." Quoth he, " to Athenes right now wil I fare; And for the drede of deth shal I not spare To see my lady, that I love utterlie; In her presence I reck not ...
And with that word Arcite woke and sterte. " Now trewely how sore that me smerte." Quoth he, " to Athenes right now wil I fare; And for the drede of deth shal I not spare To see my lady, that I love utterlie; In her presence I reck not ...
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And fro his courser, with a lusty herte, ' Into the grove ful lustily he sterte, And in a pathe he romed up and doun, Whereas by aventure this Palamoun Was in a bushe, that no man might him see* Ful sore afered of his deth was he, ...
And fro his courser, with a lusty herte, ' Into the grove ful lustily he sterte, And in a pathe he romed up and doun, Whereas by aventure this Palamoun Was in a bushe, that no man might him see* Ful sore afered of his deth was he, ...
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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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