The English Poets: Chaucer to DonneThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1883 |
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... unto my nekke - bone Saidè this child , and as by way of kinde I should have deyd , yea , longè time agone ; But Jesu Christ , as ye in bookès finde , " Will that his glory last and be in minde , And for the worship of his mother dere I ...
... unto my nekke - bone Saidè this child , and as by way of kinde I should have deyd , yea , longè time agone ; But Jesu Christ , as ye in bookès finde , " Will that his glory last and be in minde , And for the worship of his mother dere I ...
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... unto love . 4 Forthy ensaumple taketh of this man , Ye wisë , proude , and worthy folkës alle , To scornen Love , whiche that so soonë kan The fredom of youre hertës to him thralle ; For evere was , and evere schal befalle , That Love ...
... unto love . 4 Forthy ensaumple taketh of this man , Ye wisë , proude , and worthy folkës alle , To scornen Love , whiche that so soonë kan The fredom of youre hertës to him thralle ; For evere was , and evere schal befalle , That Love ...
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... unto the yate of heven ; And as in love he was in swich gladnesse , That in his herte he demed , as I gesse , That ther nys lovere in this world at ese , So wel as he , and thus gan love hym plese . The goodlyhed or beauté , which that ...
... unto the yate of heven ; And as in love he was in swich gladnesse , That in his herte he demed , as I gesse , That ther nys lovere in this world at ese , So wel as he , and thus gan love hym plese . The goodlyhed or beauté , which that ...
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... unto hire grace . ' Than thought he thus , ' O blisful lord Cupide ! When I the processe have [ al ] in memórie , How thow me hast werreyed 2 on every syde , Men myght a book make of it lyk a stórie ! What nede is thee to seke on me ...
... unto hire grace . ' Than thought he thus , ' O blisful lord Cupide ! When I the processe have [ al ] in memórie , How thow me hast werreyed 2 on every syde , Men myght a book make of it lyk a stórie ! What nede is thee to seke on me ...
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... Unto the blod of Troye , I preyë the , As Juno was unto the blod Thebane , For which the folk of Thebes caughte hire bane . ' And efter this he to the yatës wente , Ther as Criseyde out rood a ful good pas , And up and doun ther made he ...
... Unto the blod of Troye , I preyë the , As Juno was unto the blod Thebane , For which the folk of Thebes caughte hire bane . ' And efter this he to the yatës wente , Ther as Criseyde out rood a ful good pas , And up and doun ther made he ...
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Aeneid Astrophel and Stella ballads beauty behold breast Caelica Chaucer Clerk Saunders dead dear death delight doth Edom Elizabethan England's Helicon English eyes Faery Queen fair fayre fear flowers Glasgerion gold grace gret grief gude hand hart hast hath heart heaven herte hire honour king Kinmont Willie lady light live Lord lovers Lyoun Marlowe mind mony never night nocht nought passion Petrarch play pleasure poems poet poetical poetry praise Quhat Quhen quhilk quoth rich Robin Robin Hood sall satire sche Scotch Shakespeare Sidney Sidney's sighs sight sing sleep song sonnets sorrow soul Spenser suld sweet Tamburlaine tell thair thay thee ther thine thing thou thought thow Timor Mortis conturbat true tyme unto Venus Venus and Adonis verse virtue weep whan wolde words write
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Página xlii - Guid faith, he mauna fa' that! For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will, for a' that, That sense and worth o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
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 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. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses...
Página 452 - When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope...
Página 489 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Página 459 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights, Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have expressed Even such a beauty as you master now.
Página 230 - There lived a wife at Usher's Well, And a wealthy wife was she; She had three stout and stalwart sons, And sent them o'er the sea. They hadna been a week from her, A week but barely ane, When word came to the carline wife That her three sons were gane.
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.
Página 491 - Tell zeal it lacks devotion, Tell love it is but lust, Tell time it is but motion. Tell flesh it is but dust; And wish them not reply, For thou must give the lie.