Three centuries of English poetry: selections from Chaucer to Herrick, with intr. and notes by R.O. MassonRosaline Orme Masson Macmillan and Company, 1876 - 391 sidor |
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... Lord , so gan she weepen2 tenderly ! And he full soft and slyly gan her sey " Now , hold your day , and do me not to die . " . With that his courser turnèd he about , With face all pale ; and unto Diomede No word he spake , ne none of ...
... Lord , so gan she weepen2 tenderly ! And he full soft and slyly gan her sey " Now , hold your day , and do me not to die . " . With that his courser turnèd he about , With face all pale ; and unto Diomede No word he spake , ne none of ...
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... lord of Palatie 19 Again20 another heathen in Turkie . 1 Who had met by chance . 2 It was common in Chaucer's age for knights to seek employment in foreign countries which were at war . 3 War . 6 Tournament . 9 Travelled : German reise ...
... lord of Palatie 19 Again20 another heathen in Turkie . 1 Who had met by chance . 2 It was common in Chaucer's age for knights to seek employment in foreign countries which were at war . 3 War . 6 Tournament . 9 Travelled : German reise ...
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... lord , Of such lordship as men have over their wives . And , for to lead the more in bliss their lives , Of his free will he swore her as a knight That never in his will , by day ne night , Ne should he upon him take no maistrie Against ...
... lord , Of such lordship as men have over their wives . And , for to lead the more in bliss their lives , Of his free will he swore her as a knight That never in his will , by day ne night , Ne should he upon him take no maistrie Against ...
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... Lord y - graced be ye ! But we pray for you , Piers , and for your plough bothe , That God of his grace your grain multiply , And yield you of your almesse that ye give us here ; For we may nought swink ne sweat , such sickness us ...
... Lord y - graced be ye ! But we pray for you , Piers , and for your plough bothe , That God of his grace your grain multiply , And yield you of your almesse that ye give us here ; For we may nought swink ne sweat , such sickness us ...
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... Lord that lent him all that bliss 22 That thus parteth 20 with the poor a parcel 21 when him needeth . Ne were mercy in mean men more than in riche , Mendicants meatless might go to bed . 3 Goods , or moveables , on his ground ( Fr ...
... Lord that lent him all that bliss 22 That thus parteth 20 with the poor a parcel 21 when him needeth . Ne were mercy in mean men more than in riche , Mendicants meatless might go to bed . 3 Goods , or moveables , on his ground ( Fr ...
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Three centuries of English poetry: selections from Chaucer to Herrick, with ... Rosaline Orme Masson Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1876 |
Three Centuries of English Poetry: Being Selections from Chaucer to Herrick Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1886 |
Three Centuries of English Poetry: Being Selections from Chaucer to Herrick Rosaline Orme Masson Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1876 |
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Sida 331 - 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.
Sida 387 - Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old time is still a-flying, And this same flower that smiles to-day, Tomorrow will be dying.
Sida 356 - Yet must I not give Nature all; thy Art My gentle Shakespeare, must enjoy a part. For though the poet's matter nature be, His art doth give the fashion; and, that he Who casts to write a living line, must sweat, (Such as thine are) and strike the second heat Upon the Muses...
Sida 271 - 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.
Sida 329 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Sida 327 - Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fortune...
Sida 274 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust!
Sida 333 - Fear no more the heat o' the sun Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages; Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Sida 324 - Time's glory is to calm contending kings, To unmask falsehood, and bring truth to light, To stamp the seal of time in aged things, To wake the morn, and sentinel the night, To wrong the wronger till he render right ; To ruinate proud buildings with thy hours, And smear with dust their glittering golden towers : 1 To fill with worm-holes stately monuments, To feed oblivion with decay of things, To blot old books, and alter their contents, To pluck the quills from ancient ravens...
Sida 360 - Weep with me, all you that read This little story : And know, for whom a tear you shed Death's self is sorry. 'Twas a child that so did thrive In grace and feature, As heaven and nature seemed to strive Which owned the creature.