The English poets, selections, ed. by T.H. Ward. Chaucer to DonneThomas Humphry Ward 1880 |
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... Wyth ful asseured lokynge and manere . This Troylus , as he was wont to gyde His yongë knyhtës , ladde hem up and down , In thilkë largë temple on every syde , Byholdynge ay the ladies of the town ; Now here now ther , for no devocioun ...
... Wyth ful asseured lokynge and manere . This Troylus , as he was wont to gyde His yongë knyhtës , ladde hem up and down , In thilkë largë temple on every syde , Byholdynge ay the ladies of the town ; Now here now ther , for no devocioun ...
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... wyth notable warninges howe the like may be avoyded . Translated into English by John Lidgate , Monke of Burye . ' The Monk's Tale of Chaucer proceeds on the same lines ; and a company of Marian or Elizabethan poets , Sackville ...
... wyth notable warninges howe the like may be avoyded . Translated into English by John Lidgate , Monke of Burye . ' The Monk's Tale of Chaucer proceeds on the same lines ; and a company of Marian or Elizabethan poets , Sackville ...
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... grene , in to thair bouris , Apparalit quhite and red , wyth blomes suete ; 1 rest . 2 match herself . 3 favour . 4 rose bush . Anamalit was the felde with all colouris , The perly 152 THE ENGLISH POETS . The Goldyn Targe.
... grene , in to thair bouris , Apparalit quhite and red , wyth blomes suete ; 1 rest . 2 match herself . 3 favour . 4 rose bush . Anamalit was the felde with all colouris , The perly 152 THE ENGLISH POETS . The Goldyn Targe.
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... wyth skippis and wyth hoppis , The birdis sang upon the tender croppis , 3 With curiouse notis , as Venus chapell clerkis ; The rosis yong , new spreding of their knoppis 3 War powderit brycht with hevinly beriall droppis Throu bemes ...
... wyth skippis and wyth hoppis , The birdis sang upon the tender croppis , 3 With curiouse notis , as Venus chapell clerkis ; The rosis yong , new spreding of their knoppis 3 War powderit brycht with hevinly beriall droppis Throu bemes ...
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... wyth sic beir3 , So loud ne rummist wyld lioun or beir . Fludis monstreis , sic as meirswyne or quhailis " , For the tempest law in the deip devallyisR . Mars occident , retrograide in his speir , Provocand stryff , regnit as lord that ...
... wyth sic beir3 , So loud ne rummist wyld lioun or beir . Fludis monstreis , sic as meirswyne or quhailis " , For the tempest law in the deip devallyisR . Mars occident , retrograide in his speir , Provocand stryff , regnit as lord that ...
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459 ページ - 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.
449 ページ - 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.
448 ページ - 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...
450 ページ - 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.
485 ページ - 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.
458 ページ - Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise.
450 ページ - 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.
xiii ページ - 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.
347 ページ - 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?
423 ページ - Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet: Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye?