Chaucer to BurnsRossiter Johnson D. Appleton, 1876 |
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... turn again ; For light she hated as the deadly bale , Ay wont in desert darkness to remain , Where plain none might ... turning back , and forcéd her to stay : Therewith enrag'd she loudly gan to bray , And turning fierce her speckled ...
... turn again ; For light she hated as the deadly bale , Ay wont in desert darkness to remain , Where plain none might ... turning back , and forcéd her to stay : Therewith enrag'd she loudly gan to bray , And turning fierce her speckled ...
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... turn'd to treën mould . " Thenceforth I took Duessa for my dame , And in the witch unweeting , joy'd long time ; Ne ... turning to his lady , dead with fear her found . Her , seeming dead he found with feignéd fear , As all unweeting of ...
... turn'd to treën mould . " Thenceforth I took Duessa for my dame , And in the witch unweeting , joy'd long time ; Ne ... turning to his lady , dead with fear her found . Her , seeming dead he found with feignéd fear , As all unweeting of ...
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... turn , And seek her spouse , that from her still does fly , And follows other game and venery : A Satyr chanc'd her ... turning back gan fast to fly away ; Until , with love revokt from vain affright , She hardly yet persuaded was to ...
... turn , And seek her spouse , that from her still does fly , And follows other game and venery : A Satyr chanc'd her ... turning back gan fast to fly away ; Until , with love revokt from vain affright , She hardly yet persuaded was to ...
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... turn'd around , And , by hard means enforcing her to stay , So brought unto his lord , as his deserved prey . The royal virgin which beheld from far , In pensive plight and sad perplexity , The whole achievement of this doubtful war ...
... turn'd around , And , by hard means enforcing her to stay , So brought unto his lord , as his deserved prey . The royal virgin which beheld from far , In pensive plight and sad perplexity , The whole achievement of this doubtful war ...
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... turn themselves , at Una's meek request , And him salute with well beseeming glee ; Who fair them quites , as him beseeméd best , And goodly gan discourse of many a noble gest . Then Una thus ; " But she , your sister dear , The dear ...
... turn themselves , at Una's meek request , And him salute with well beseeming glee ; Who fair them quites , as him beseeméd best , And goodly gan discourse of many a noble gest . Then Una thus ; " But she , your sister dear , The dear ...
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Страница 66 - Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, — and then my state (Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate ; For thy sweet love remembered, such wealth brings, That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Страница 102 - SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky! The dew shall weep thy fall to-night; For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly...
Страница 112 - Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe.
Страница 201 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which...
Страница 110 - Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony — That Orpheus...
Страница 112 - To scorn delights and live laborious days: But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.
Страница 72 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Страница 150 - Angels: for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Страница 112 - Closed o'er the head of your loved Lycidas? For neither were ye playing on the steep Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream. Ay me, I fondly dream! Had ye been there — for what could that have done?
Страница 292 - THE spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim. The unwearied sun from day to day Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land The work of an almighty hand. Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes Up the wondrous tale...