The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by Various Writers and a General Introduction, Том 1Macmillan, 1895 |
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... unto my nekke - bone Saide this child , and as by way of kinde I should have deyd , yea , longè time agone ; But Jesu Christ , as ye in bookès finde , Will that his glory last and be in minde , And for the worship of his mother dere Yet ...
... unto my nekke - bone Saide this child , and as by way of kinde I should have deyd , yea , longè time agone ; But Jesu Christ , as ye in bookès finde , Will that his glory last and be in minde , And for the worship of his mother dere Yet ...
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... unto love . 4 Forthy ensaumple taketh of this man , Ye wisë , proude , and worthy folkës alle , To scornen Love , whiche that so soonë kan The fredom of youre hertës to him thralle ; For evere was , and evere schal befalle , That Love ...
... unto love . 4 Forthy ensaumple taketh of this man , Ye wisë , proude , and worthy folkës alle , To scornen Love , whiche that so soonë kan The fredom of youre hertës to him thralle ; For evere was , and evere schal befalle , That Love ...
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... unto the yate of heven ; And as in love he was in swich gladnesse , That in his herte he demed , as I gesse , That ther nys lovere in this world at ese , So wel as he , and thus gan love hym plese . The goodlyhed or beauté , which that ...
... unto the yate of heven ; And as in love he was in swich gladnesse , That in his herte he demed , as I gesse , That ther nys lovere in this world at ese , So wel as he , and thus gan love hym plese . The goodlyhed or beauté , which that ...
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... unto hire 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 ...
... unto hire 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 ...
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... Unto the blod of Troye , I preyë the , As Juno was unto the blod Thebane , For which the folk of Thebes caughte hire bane . ' And efter this he to the yatës wente , Ther as Criseyde out rood a ful good pas , And up and doun ther made he ...
... Unto the blod of Troye , I preyë the , As Juno was unto the blod Thebane , For which the folk of Thebes caughte hire bane . ' And efter this he to the yatës wente , Ther as Criseyde out rood a ful good pas , And up and doun ther made he ...
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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.