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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... Nature crowns the • • 117 118 120 122 124 Scottish Lion Beasts " " King of 127 A Scotch Winter Morning in A Scotch May Morning in 1513 Vision of Maphæus : or How Douglas came to add a Sup- plement to his Translation of Virgil • 170 SIR ...
... Nature crowns the • • 117 118 120 122 124 Scottish Lion Beasts " " King of 127 A Scotch Winter Morning in A Scotch May Morning in 1513 Vision of Maphæus : or How Douglas came to add a Sup- plement to his Translation of Virgil • 170 SIR ...
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... Nature crowns • 124 the " King of · • 117 118 A Scotch May Morning in 1513 Vision of Maphæus : or How Douglas came to add a Sup- plement to his Translation of Virgil 162 167 Beasts " SIR DAVID LYNDSAY 170 Appeal to James V. , with Re ...
... Nature crowns • 124 the " King of · • 117 118 A Scotch May Morning in 1513 Vision of Maphæus : or How Douglas came to add a Sup- plement to his Translation of Virgil 162 167 Beasts " SIR DAVID LYNDSAY 170 Appeal to James V. , with Re ...
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... Nature had such lest3 To make that fair , that truly she Was her chief pattern of beauty , And chief ensample of all her work And monstre : for , be it never so derk , 5 Methinketh I see her evermo . And yet , moreover , though all tho ...
... Nature had such lest3 To make that fair , that truly she Was her chief pattern of beauty , And chief ensample of all her work And monstre : for , be it never so derk , 5 Methinketh I see her evermo . And yet , moreover , though all tho ...
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... Nature Ne formed never in creature So muchè beauty , truely , And bounty , without mercy . In hope of that , my tale I told ... I n'ot2 well how that I began ; Full evil rehearse it I can ; And eke , as help me God withal , I trow it ...
... Nature Ne formed never in creature So muchè beauty , truely , And bounty , without mercy . In hope of that , my tale I told ... I n'ot2 well how that I began ; Full evil rehearse it I can ; And eke , as help me God withal , I trow it ...
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... Nature ; Of branches were her hallès and her bowers Y - wrought , after her craft and her measure . Never was fowl that cometh of engendure1 That they ne were all prest in her presence , To take their doom and give her audience . For ...
... Nature ; Of branches were her hallès and her bowers Y - wrought , after her craft and her measure . Never was fowl that cometh of engendure1 That they ne were all prest in her presence , To take their doom and give her audience . For ...
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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.