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... anon , withouten more abode , His banner he displaide , and forth he rode To Thebes ward , and all his host beside : No ner Athenes n'olde he go ne ride , Ne take his ese fully half a day , But CHAUCER'S KNIGHTES TALE . v .
... anon , withouten more abode , His banner he displaide , and forth he rode To Thebes ward , and all his host beside : No ner Athenes n'olde he go ne ride , Ne take his ese fully half a day , But CHAUCER'S KNIGHTES TALE . v .
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... anon Ipolita the quene And Emeli hire yonge sister shene , Unto the toun of Athenes for to dwell ; And forth he rit ; ther n'is no more to tell . The red statue of Mars , with spere and targe , So shineth in his white banner large ...
... anon Ipolita the quene And Emeli hire yonge sister shene , Unto the toun of Athenes for to dwell ; And forth he rit ; ther n'is no more to tell . The red statue of Mars , with spere and targe , So shineth in his white banner large ...
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... anon , With laurel crouned as a conquerour ; And ther he liveth in joye and in honour , Terme of his lif ; what nedeth wordes mo ? And in a tour , in anguish and in wo , Dwellen this Palamon , and eke Arcite , For evermo , ther may no ...
... anon , With laurel crouned as a conquerour ; And ther he liveth in joye and in honour , Terme of his lif ; what nedeth wordes mo ? And in a tour , in anguish and in wo , Dwellen this Palamon , and eke Arcite , For evermo , ther may no ...
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... anon up sterte , And saide , Cosin min , what eyleth thee , That art so pale and dedly for to see ? Why criedest thou ? who hath thee don offence ? For Goddes love , take all in patience Our prison , for it may non other be , Fortune ...
... anon up sterte , And saide , Cosin min , what eyleth thee , That art so pale and dedly for to see ? Why criedest thou ? who hath thee don offence ? For Goddes love , take all in patience Our prison , for it may non other be , Fortune ...
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... anon it ran him in his mind , That sith his face was so disfigured Of maladie , the which he had endured , He might well , if that he bare him lowe , Live in Athenes evermore unknowe , And sen his lady wel nigh day by day . And right anon ...
... anon it ran him in his mind , That sith his face was so disfigured Of maladie , the which he had endured , He might well , if that he bare him lowe , Live in Athenes evermore unknowe , And sen his lady wel nigh day by day . And right anon ...
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Sida 12 - That servile path thou nobly dost decline, Of tracing word by word, and line by line: A new and nobler way thou dost pursue, To make translations and translators too: They but preserve the ashes, thou the flame, True to his sense, but truer to his fame.
Sida 349 - Happy the man, and happy he alone, He, who can call to-day his own : He who, secure within, can say, To-morrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
Sida 84 - And am the great physician call'd, below. Alas that fields and forests can afford No remedies to heal their love-sick lord! To cure the pains of love, no plant avails; And his own physic the physician fails.
Sida 276 - Immodest words admit of no defence; For want of decency is want of sense.
Sida 314 - TJs pleasant, safely to behold from shore The rolling ship, and hear the tempest roar ; Not that another's pain is our delight, But pains unfelt produce the pleasing sight. 'Tis pleasant also to behold from far The moving legions mingled in the war...
Sida 158 - Tis built of brass, the better to diffuse The spreading sounds, and multiply the news; Where echoes in repeated echoes play : A mart for ever full, and open night and day. Nor silence is within, nor voice express, But a deaf noise of sounds that never cease; Confus'd, and chiding, like the hollow roar Of tides, receding from th' insulted shore : Or like the broken thunder, heard from far, When Jove to distance drives the rolling war.
Sida 18 - ... enough if he choose out some expression which does not vitiate the sense, I suppose he may stretch his chain to such a latitude; but by innovation of thoughts, methinks, he breaks it. By this means the spirit of an author may be transfused, and yet not lost...
Sida 273 - ... full of argumentation, and that sufficiently warm. From the same fiery temper proceeds the loftiness of his expressions, and the perpetual torrent of his verse, where the barrenness of his subject does not too much constrain the quickness of his fancy. For there is no doubt to be made, but that he could have been...
Sida 12 - The third way is that of imitation, where the translator (if now he has not lost that name) assumes the liberty, not only to vary from the words and sense, but to forsake them both as he sees occasion ; and, taking only some general hints from the original, to run divisions on the ground- work, as he pleases.
Sida 265 - English ; and where I have enlarged them, I desire the false critics would not always think, that those thoughts are wholly mine, but that either they are secretly in the Poet, or may be fairly deduced from him; or at least, if both...