Three Centuries of English Poetry: Being Selections from Chaucer to HerrickRosaline Orme Masson Macmillan and Company, 1876 - 391 sidor |
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... gold it was ... I have no wit that can suffice To comprehende her beauty ; But this much dare I sayn , that she Was ruddy , fresh , and lovely hued , And every day her beauty newed . And nigh her face was alder best ; 2 For , certes ...
... gold it was ... I have no wit that can suffice To comprehende her beauty ; But this much dare I sayn , that she Was ruddy , fresh , and lovely hued , And every day her beauty newed . And nigh her face was alder best ; 2 For , certes ...
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... gold so high Had whirled up the starry sky aloft , And in the Bull was entered certainly ; When showers sweet of rain descended soft , Causing the ground feole1 times and oft Up for to give many a wholesome air ; And every plainè was y ...
... gold so high Had whirled up the starry sky aloft , And in the Bull was entered certainly ; When showers sweet of rain descended soft , Causing the ground feole1 times and oft Up for to give many a wholesome air ; And every plainè was y ...
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... gold - finch leaping prettily From bough to bough ; and as him list he eat Here and there of buds and flowers sweet . And to the herber sidè was joining This fairè tree of which I have you told ; And at the last the bird began to sing ...
... gold - finch leaping prettily From bough to bough ; and as him list he eat Here and there of buds and flowers sweet . And to the herber sidè was joining This fairè tree of which I have you told ; And at the last the bird began to sing ...
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... gold bespread on every side , And precious stones the stonework for to hide . No sapphire in Ind , no ruby rich of price , There lacked then , nor emerald so green , Balais , turkis , ne thing to my device , That may the castle maken ...
... gold bespread on every side , And precious stones the stonework for to hide . No sapphire in Ind , no ruby rich of price , There lacked then , nor emerald so green , Balais , turkis , ne thing to my device , That may the castle maken ...
Sida 32
... gold , I guess , And other silk of easier avail.4 Under the cloth of their estate , 5 sans fail , The King and Queen there sat , as I beheld : It passèd joy of Elysie the field . . . And , as I stood perceiving her apart , And eke the ...
... gold , I guess , And other silk of easier avail.4 Under the cloth of their estate , 5 sans fail , The King and Queen there sat , as I beheld : It passèd joy of Elysie the field . . . And , as I stood perceiving her apart , And eke the ...
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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: 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 |
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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 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 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 272 - Go, soul, the body's guest, Upon a thankless errand ! Fear not to touch the best, The truth shall be thy warrant Go, since I needs must die, And give the world the lie.
Sida 330 - Tu-whit, tu-who ! a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit, tu-who...
Sida 331 - Although thy breath be rude. Heigh-ho ! sing, heigh-ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly : Then, heigh-ho, the holly ! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not.
Sida 326 - Tired with all these for restful death I cry, As to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimmed in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled And art made tongue-tied by authority, And folly (doctor-like) controlling skill, And simple truth miscalled simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill.
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: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!