The English Poets: Chaucer to DonneMacmillan, 1880 |
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... hire at festeyngës and at daunce , ' but hollow at heart , false in his oaths and in his tears ; in a word , a cool , unscrupulous seeker of bonnes fortunes . And again , at the central point of all , what has become of the ' conscious ...
... hire at festeyngës and at daunce , ' but hollow at heart , false in his oaths and in his tears ; in a word , a cool , unscrupulous seeker of bonnes fortunes . And again , at the central point of all , what has become of the ' conscious ...
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... Hire name , allas ! is published so wyde , That for hire gilte it ought ynough suffise ; And if I mighte excuse her any wyse , For she so sory was for her untrouthe , Ywis I wolde excuse hire yet for routhe . ' ' Routhe ' indeed , pity ...
... Hire name , allas ! is published so wyde , That for hire gilte it ought ynough suffise ; And if I mighte excuse her any wyse , For she so sory was for her untrouthe , Ywis I wolde excuse hire yet for routhe . ' ' Routhe ' indeed , pity ...
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... hire cité beseged al aboute , Hire olde usagës woldë thai noght letten , As for to honoure hire goddës ful devoute , But aldermost in honour , out of doute , They had a relyk hight Palladioun , That was hire trist aboven everichoun . 1 ...
... hire cité beseged al aboute , Hire olde usagës woldë thai noght letten , As for to honoure hire goddës ful devoute , But aldermost in honour , out of doute , They had a relyk hight Palladioun , That was hire trist aboven everichoun . 1 ...
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... Hire goodly lokyng gladded al the prees : Nas nevere seyn thyng to ben preysed derre , Nor under cloudë blak so bright a sterre , As was Criseyde , as folk seyde everychon , That hire byhelden in hire blakë wede ; And yet sche stood ful ...
... Hire goodly lokyng gladded al the prees : Nas nevere seyn thyng to ben preysed derre , Nor under cloudë blak so bright a sterre , As was Criseyde , as folk seyde everychon , That hire byhelden in hire blakë wede ; And yet sche stood ful ...
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... hire closet wente anon , And set hire down , as stille as any ston , And every word gon up and down to wynde , That he hadde seyde , as it come hire to mynde , And wex somdel astoned in hire thought , Right for the newë cas ; but when ...
... hire closet wente anon , And set hire down , as stille as any ston , And every word gon up and down to wynde , That he hadde seyde , as it come hire to mynde , And wex somdel astoned in hire thought , Right for the newë cas ; but when ...
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Aeneid Astrophel and Stella ballads beauty bliss Caelica Canterbury Tales Chaucer Clerk Saunders dead death delight doth drede Edom Elfin knight Elizabethan England's Helicon English eyes Faery Faery Queen fair fayre flour flowers Glasgerion grace grene gret gude hand hart hast hath heart heaven hertë hire honour king lady live Lord lovers Lydgate mede mind mony myght never night nocht nought passion Petrarch poem poet poetical poetry Queen Quhat quhilk quod quoth rich Robin Robin Hood sall sche seyde Shakespeare shal Sidney Sidney's sighs sight sing song sonnets sorrow sorwe Spenser story sweet swete swich Tamburlaine thair thay thee ther thing thou thought thow Timor Mortis conturbat Troylus true truth tyme unto Venus Venus and Adonis verse whan wight wolde words write
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Página 453 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Página 460 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide, Than public means, which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Página 351 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies ; How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries...
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Página 464 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown...
Página 454 - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live.
Página 492 - GIVE me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon, My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage; And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.
Página 460 - tis true, I have gone here and there, And made myself a motley to the view,! Gored mine own thoughts,§ sold cheap what is most dear, Made old offences of affections new. Most true it is, that I have look'd on truth Askance and strangely...
Página 454 - So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain* jewels in the carcanet.