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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... Green 382 Julia . Early Morning . 383 The Bag of the Bee The Squirrel Hunt 383 Cherry Ripe Mona . 384 Upon a Child that Died The Golden Age 384 To Electra To Dianeme ROBERT HERRICK 386 To the Rose · Fair Daffodils · 387 His Litany to ...
... Green 382 Julia . Early Morning . 383 The Bag of the Bee The Squirrel Hunt 383 Cherry Ripe Mona . 384 Upon a Child that Died The Golden Age 384 To Electra To Dianeme ROBERT HERRICK 386 To the Rose · Fair Daffodils · 387 His Litany to ...
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... green ; Sweetness of dew had made it wax . 12 1 Terms used in hunting . 2 Fallen on a false scent . 3 A hunting term signifying that the game is far off . 4 As if it had known me . 7 The flowery green . 8 To look on . 6 Many . 5 Quickly ...
... green ; Sweetness of dew had made it wax . 12 1 Terms used in hunting . 2 Fallen on a false scent . 3 A hunting term signifying that the game is far off . 4 As if it had known me . 7 The flowery green . 8 To look on . 6 Many . 5 Quickly ...
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... green , Since that the son of Hecuba the queen Began to love her first , for whom his sorrow Was all that she departè should a - morrow . Full ready was at primè Diomede Creseid unto the Greekès ' host to lead ; For sorrow of which she ...
... green , Since that the son of Hecuba the queen Began to love her first , for whom his sorrow Was all that she departè should a - morrow . Full ready was at primè Diomede Creseid unto the Greekès ' host to lead ; For sorrow of which she ...
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... green , Forth walked I then myselven to solace . Then was I ware where that there sate a queen That , as of light the summer sonnè sheen2 Passeth the star , right so over measure She fairer was than any creature . And in a land , 3 upon ...
... green , Forth walked I then myselven to solace . Then was I ware where that there sate a queen That , as of light the summer sonnè sheen2 Passeth the star , right so over measure She fairer was than any creature . And in a land , 3 upon ...
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... green , And that so fele1 that wonder was to seen . There mightè men the royal Eagle find , That with his sharpè look pierceth the sun , And other eagles of a lower kind Of which that clerkès2 well devisen con : There was the Tyrant ...
... green , And that so fele1 that wonder was to seen . There mightè men the royal Eagle find , That with his sharpè look pierceth the sun , And other eagles of a lower kind Of which that clerkès2 well devisen con : There was the Tyrant ...
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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.