The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by Various Writers and a General Introduction, Том 1Macmillan, 1895 |
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... seen , praised its matter admirably ; but of its exquisite manner and movement all he can find to say is that there is the rude sweetness of a Scotch tune in it , which is natural and pleasing , though not perfect . ' Addison , wishing ...
... seen , praised its matter admirably ; but of its exquisite manner and movement all he can find to say is that there is the rude sweetness of a Scotch tune in it , which is natural and pleasing , though not perfect . ' Addison , wishing ...
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... seen thing to be praised derre , Nor under cloude blak so bright a sterre , As was Creseide , they sayden everichone That her behelden in her blakke wede . ' Or such an intense and concentrated piece of colour as his Chanticlere ...
... seen thing to be praised derre , Nor under cloude blak so bright a sterre , As was Creseide , they sayden everichone That her behelden in her blakke wede . ' Or such an intense and concentrated piece of colour as his Chanticlere ...
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... seen ayein com into Troye ! ' And to the yonder hille I gan hire gyde ; Allas ! and ther I took of hire my leeve ; And yond I saugh hire to hire fader ryde , For sorwe of which myn hertë shal to - cleve ; And hider hom I com when it was ...
... seen ayein com into Troye ! ' And to the yonder hille I gan hire gyde ; Allas ! and ther I took of hire my leeve ; And yond I saugh hire to hire fader ryde , For sorwe of which myn hertë shal to - cleve ; And hider hom I com when it was ...
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... seen this floure ayein the sonnë sprede , Whan it up ryseth erly by the morwe ; That blisful sight softeneth al my sorwe , So glad am I , whan that I have presence Of it , to doon it allë reverence , As she that is of allë flourës flour ...
... seen this floure ayein the sonnë sprede , Whan it up ryseth erly by the morwe ; That blisful sight softeneth al my sorwe , So glad am I , whan that I have presence Of it , to doon it allë reverence , As she that is of allë flourës flour ...
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... seen this flour , how it wol go to reste , For fere of nyght , so hateth she derknesse ! Hire chere is pleynly sprad in the brightnesse Of the sonnë , for ther yt wol unclose . Allas , that I ne had Englyssh , ryme , or prose ...
... seen this flour , how it wol go to reste , For fere of nyght , so hateth she derknesse ! Hire chere is pleynly sprad in the brightnesse Of the sonnë , for ther yt wol unclose . Allas , that I ne had Englyssh , ryme , or prose ...
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