The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by Various Writers and a General Introduction, Том 1Macmillan, 1895 |
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... grace , Er nyghtës ten to meten in this place , So that it may youre herte and myn suffise ! And fareth now wel , for tyme is that ye rise . ' [ Troylus wanders about , waiting for Criseyde's return . ] And therwithalle , his meynye for ...
... grace , Er nyghtës ten to meten in this place , So that it may youre herte and myn suffise ! And fareth now wel , for tyme is that ye rise . ' [ Troylus wanders about , waiting for Criseyde's return . ] And therwithalle , his meynye for ...
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... grace . ' Than thought he thus , ' O blisful lord Cupide ! When I the processe have [ al ] in memórie , How thow me hast werreyed 2 on every syde , Men myght a book make of it lyk a stórie ! What nede is thee to seke on me victórie ...
... grace . ' Than thought he thus , ' O blisful lord Cupide ! When I the processe have [ al ] in memórie , How thow me hast werreyed 2 on every syde , Men myght a book make of it lyk a stórie ! What nede is thee to seke on me victórie ...
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... grace , Wol that I bere thee to a place , Which that hight the Hous of Fame , To do thee som disport and game , holds , deems . 2 quite as . $ dazed . In som recompensacioun Of labour and devocioun That thou hast CHAUCER .
... grace , Wol that I bere thee to a place , Which that hight the Hous of Fame , To do thee som disport and game , holds , deems . 2 quite as . $ dazed . In som recompensacioun Of labour and devocioun That thou hast CHAUCER .
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... litel space , In hope to stonden in his lady grace . 1 campaigned . 1 soiled . military service . 2 disembarkation . 6 coat of mail . 3 high fame . curled . • tunic active Embrowded was he , as it were a mede Al 48 THE ENGLISH POETS .
... litel space , In hope to stonden in his lady grace . 1 campaigned . 1 soiled . military service . 2 disembarkation . 6 coat of mail . 3 high fame . curled . • tunic active Embrowded was he , as it were a mede Al 48 THE ENGLISH POETS .
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... grace , And swich a colour in his face hath had , Men myghtë knowe his face , that was bistad ' , Amongës alle the faces in that route : So stant Custance , and looketh hir aboute . O queenës , lyuinge in prosperitee , Duchesses , and ...
... grace , And swich a colour in his face hath had , Men myghtë knowe his face , that was bistad ' , Amongës alle the faces in that route : So stant Custance , and looketh hir aboute . O queenës , lyuinge in prosperitee , Duchesses , and ...
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Страница 459 - 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.
Страница 456 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Страница 450 - ... key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since, seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet. So is the time that keeps you as my chest, Or as the wardrobe which the robe doth hide, To make some special instant special blest, By new unfolding his imprison'd pride.
Страница 457 - If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Страница 416 - With coral clasps and amber studs; And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Страница 459 - Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go. And be you blithe and bonny ; ' Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Страница 292 - Crosse he bore, The deare remembrance of his dying Lord, For whose sweete sake that glorious badge he wore, And dead as living ever him ador'd: Upon his shield the like was also scor'd...
Страница 228 - There lived a wife at Usher's Well, And a wealthy wife was she; She had three stout and stalwart sons, And sent them o'er the sea. They hadna been a week from her, A week but barely ane, When word came to the carline wife That her three sons were gane.
Страница 450 - As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses : But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made : And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth, When that shall fade, my verse distils your truth.
Страница 490 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with age 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.