Favourite English Poems: Chaucer to Pope, 1350-1700Sampson Low, Son & Company, 1863 |
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... Times , was published some months since . The two volumes now present a sketch of English Poetry from the time of Chaucer to the present day . ST . JOHN'S WOOD , November , 1862 . b CONTENTS . PROLOGUE TO THE CANTERBURY TALES . WHILE A.
... Times , was published some months since . The two volumes now present a sketch of English Poetry from the time of Chaucer to the present day . ST . JOHN'S WOOD , November , 1862 . b CONTENTS . PROLOGUE TO THE CANTERBURY TALES . WHILE A.
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CONTENTS . PROLOGUE TO THE CANTERBURY TALES . WHILE A PRISONER THE LONDON LYCKPENNY THE MERLE AND NIGHTINGALE " BLAME NOT MY LUTE " REFLECTIONS , WHILE A PRISONER IN WINDSOR 64 THE SOOTE SEASON " " I CANNOT EAT BUT LITTLE MEAT 99 " WITH ...
CONTENTS . PROLOGUE TO THE CANTERBURY TALES . WHILE A PRISONER THE LONDON LYCKPENNY THE MERLE AND NIGHTINGALE " BLAME NOT MY LUTE " REFLECTIONS , WHILE A PRISONER IN WINDSOR 64 THE SOOTE SEASON " " I CANNOT EAT BUT LITTLE MEAT 99 " WITH ...
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... tales In the vast abyss Down bend the banks , the trees depending grow ' Twas built with turrets on a rising ground . " Lord , as in heaven , on earth Thy will be done " The moon takes up the wondrous tale The victor's shouts and dying ...
... tales In the vast abyss Down bend the banks , the trees depending grow ' Twas built with turrets on a rising ground . " Lord , as in heaven , on earth Thy will be done " The moon takes up the wondrous tale The victor's shouts and dying ...
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... Tales , " the Prologue to which we have printed as the best example of his style . ] WHANNE that Aprille with his shoures sote ' 2 The droughte of March hath perced to the rote , 3 And bathed every veine in swiche licour , Of whiche ...
... Tales , " the Prologue to which we have printed as the best example of his style . ] WHANNE that Aprille with his shoures sote ' 2 The droughte of March hath perced to the rote , 3 And bathed every veine in swiche licour , Of whiche ...
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... tale pace , I Them . 2 Their . 3 Courage . 4 Saints . 5 Known . 6 The sign of the inn . 7 Accommodated . 8 Promise . Me thinketh it accordant to reson , To tellen you 2 PROLOGUE TO THE CANTERBURY TALES .
... tale pace , I Them . 2 Their . 3 Courage . 4 Saints . 5 Known . 6 The sign of the inn . 7 Accommodated . 8 Promise . Me thinketh it accordant to reson , To tellen you 2 PROLOGUE TO THE CANTERBURY TALES .
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Страница 176 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against Fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Страница 223 - Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.
Страница 248 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure: Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure, Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain; Fought all his battles o'er again, And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain!
Страница 74 - And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle.
Страница 72 - But if Fortune once do frown, Then farewell his great renown ; They that fawn'd on him before Use his company no more. He that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need : If thou sorrow, he will weep ; If thou wake, he cannot sleep ; Thus of every grief in heart He with thee doth bear a part. These are certain signs to know Faithful friend from flattering foe.
Страница 245 - TWAS at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son: Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate On his imperial throne...
Страница 144 - Get up, get up for shame ! the blooming morn Upon her wings presents the god unshorn. See how Aurora throws her fair Fresh-quilted colours through the air: Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herb and tree. Each flower has wept, and bow'd toward the east. Above an hour since ; yet you not drest, Nay ! not so much as out of bed ? When all the birds have matins said, And sung their thankful hymns : 'tis sin, Nay, profanation, to keep in, — Whenas a thousand virgins on this day,...
Страница 107 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Страница 285 - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. What though, in solemn silence, all Move round the dark terrestrial ball?
Страница 61 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies ; How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries ? Sure, if that long-with-love-acquainted eyes Can judge of love, thou feel'st a lover's case ; I read it in thy looks ; thy languisht grace To me, that feel the like, thy state descries...