Three Centuries of English Poetry: Being Selections from Chaucer to HerrickRosaline Orme Masson Macmillan and Company, 1876 - 391 sidor |
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... thou gazest much Upon the golden skies : Would I were Heaven ! I would behold Thee then with all mine eyes . " Turberville . " And there that Shepherd of the Ocean is . " Spenser . " For of the soul the body form doth take GENERAL ...
... thou gazest much Upon the golden skies : Would I were Heaven ! I would behold Thee then with all mine eyes . " Turberville . " And there that Shepherd of the Ocean is . " Spenser . " For of the soul the body form doth take GENERAL ...
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... Thou mayst Repent . · 309 NICHOLAS BRETON 282 The Power of Beauty 310 Phillida and Coridon England's Best Glory , her Lite- The Soul's Heaven rature 310 A Poet's Complaint of his Poverty . MICHAEL DRAYTON . 311 The Song of Care " Hunt's ...
... Thou mayst Repent . · 309 NICHOLAS BRETON 282 The Power of Beauty 310 Phillida and Coridon England's Best Glory , her Lite- The Soul's Heaven rature 310 A Poet's Complaint of his Poverty . MICHAEL DRAYTON . 311 The Song of Care " Hunt's ...
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... Thou Winter Wind Song of " The Spinsters and and what he hath left us To Penshurst · 355 • . • 357 Knitters in the Sun " Ophelia's Songs My Picture , Left in Scotland Inviting a Friend to Supper 358 359 Serenade The Dirge of Imogen An ...
... Thou Winter Wind Song of " The Spinsters and and what he hath left us To Penshurst · 355 • . • 357 Knitters in the Sun " Ophelia's Songs My Picture , Left in Scotland Inviting a Friend to Supper 358 359 Serenade The Dirge of Imogen An ...
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... thou shalt never see her eft11 in Troy !. Creseidè , when she ready was to ride , Full sorrowfully she sighed , and said " Alas ! " But forth she mote for aught that may betide ; And forth she rode full sorrowfully apace . There is no ...
... thou shalt never see her eft11 in Troy !. Creseidè , when she ready was to ride , Full sorrowfully she sighed , and said " Alas ! " But forth she mote for aught that may betide ; And forth she rode full sorrowfully apace . There is no ...
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... thou lantern of which queint3 is the light , O palace , whilom day that now art night , Well oughtest thou to fall , and I to die , Since she is went that wont was us to gie ! 5 1 Formerly . 5 Guide . 9 Kindly . " O palace , whilom ...
... thou lantern of which queint3 is the light , O palace , whilom day that now art night , Well oughtest thou to fall , and I to die , Since she is went that wont was us to gie ! 5 1 Formerly . 5 Guide . 9 Kindly . " O palace , whilom ...
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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!