The English Poets: Chaucer to DonneThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1880 |
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... face turned towards Spain and the enemy : — De plusurs choses à remembrer li prist , De tantes teres cume li bers cunquist , De dulce France , des humes de sun lign , De Carlemagne sun seignor ki l'nurrit ' . ' That is primitive work ...
... face turned towards Spain and the enemy : — De plusurs choses à remembrer li prist , De tantes teres cume li bers cunquist , De dulce France , des humes de sun lign , De Carlemagne sun seignor ki l'nurrit ' . ' That is primitive work ...
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... face Deep scars of thunder had intrench'd , and care Sat on his faded cheek ... add two such lines as : - ' And courage never to submit or yield And what is else not to be overcome ... and finish with the exquisite close to the loss of ...
... face Deep scars of thunder had intrench'd , and care Sat on his faded cheek ... add two such lines as : - ' And courage never to submit or yield And what is else not to be overcome ... and finish with the exquisite close to the loss of ...
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... face , Withouten word , he forth bygan to pace ; And , as God wolde , he gan so fastë ryde , That no wight of his contenaunce espyde . Than seyde he thus : - ' O paleys desolat ! O hous of housses , whilom best yhight ! O paleys empty ...
... face , Withouten word , he forth bygan to pace ; And , as God wolde , he gan so fastë ryde , That no wight of his contenaunce espyde . Than seyde he thus : - ' O paleys desolat ! O hous of housses , whilom best yhight ! O paleys empty ...
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... face , Is of my ladys depë sykës sore ; I preve it thus , for in noon other place Of al this town , save oonly in this space , Feele I no wynd that souneth so lyke peyne ; It seith ' Allas ! whi twynned be we tweyne ? ' This longë tyme ...
... face , Is of my ladys depë sykës sore ; I preve it thus , for in noon other place Of al this town , save oonly in this space , Feele I no wynd that souneth so lyke peyne ; It seith ' Allas ! whi twynned be we tweyne ? ' This longë tyme ...
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... face shoon so brighte That wel unnethës3 myghte I him beholde ; And in his hand me thoghte I saugh him holde Twoo firy dartës , as the gledës * rede , And aungelyke hys wyngës saugh I sprede . And , al be that men seyn that blynd ys he ...
... face shoon so brighte That wel unnethës3 myghte I him beholde ; And in his hand me thoghte I saugh him holde Twoo firy dartës , as the gledës * rede , And aungelyke hys wyngës saugh I sprede . And , al be that men seyn that blynd ys he ...
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Aeneid Astrophel and Stella ballads beauty behold bliss Caelica Chaucer Clerk Saunders dead dear death delight doth Elizabethan England's Helicon English Euphuists eyes Faery Queen fair fayre fear flowers genius Glasgerion gold grace grief gude hand hart hast hath heart heaven herte hire honour king lady light live Lord love's lovers Marlowe Marlowe's mind mony never night nocht nought passion Petrarch plays pleasure poems poet poetical poetry praise Quhat Quhen quhilk quoth rich Robin Robin Hood sall sche Scotch Shakespeare Sidney Sidney's sighs sight sing sleep song sonnet 26 sonnets sorrow Spenser sweet Tamburlaine tears tell thair thay thee ther thine thing thou thought thow Timor Mortis conturbat true unto Venus Venus and Adonis verse virtue weep whan wolde words writings youth
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Página 459 - 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.
Página 449 - 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 xxxix - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Página xxxviii - For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that ; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank 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 347 - 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?
Página 485 - 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 461 - Tu-whit, tu-who - a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl...
Página 456 - 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 xiii - The future of poetry is immense, because in poetry, where it is worthy of its high destinies, our race, as time goes on, will find an ever surer and surer stay. There is not a creed which is not shaken, not an accredited dogma which is not shown to be questionable, not a received tradition which does not threaten to dissolve.
Página 461 - Under the greenwood tree * Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither : Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.* JAQ.