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... With rosted flesh , and milk , and wastel brede . But sore wept she if on of hem were dede , 1 Pleasure . 2 Reached . 3 She took great pains . Or if men smote it with a yerde smert : PROLOGUE TO THE CANTERBURY TALES . 7.
... With rosted flesh , and milk , and wastel brede . But sore wept she if on of hem were dede , 1 Pleasure . 2 Reached . 3 She took great pains . Or if men smote it with a yerde smert : PROLOGUE TO THE CANTERBURY TALES . 7.
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... took good intent , And proffered me bread , with ale , and wine Ribs of beef , both fat and full fine ; A fair cloth they gan for to spread , But , wanting money , I might not be sped . Then unto London I did me hie , Of all 42 John ...
... took good intent , And proffered me bread , with ale , and wine Ribs of beef , both fat and full fine ; A fair cloth they gan for to spread , But , wanting money , I might not be sped . Then unto London I did me hie , Of all 42 John ...
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... took me by the sleeve , " Sir , " saith he , " will you our wine assay ? " I answered , " That can not much me grieve , A penny can do no more than it may ; " I drank a pint , and for it did pay ; Yet , sore a - hungered from thence I ...
... took me by the sleeve , " Sir , " saith he , " will you our wine assay ? " I answered , " That can not much me grieve , A penny can do no more than it may ; " I drank a pint , and for it did pay ; Yet , sore a - hungered from thence I ...
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... took flesh and bone . The Nightingale sang , And with his dead thee bought ; All love is lost but upon him alone . Then flew thir birdis o'er the boughis sheen , Singing of love amang the leavis small ; Whose eidant plead yet made my ...
... took flesh and bone . The Nightingale sang , And with his dead thee bought ; All love is lost but upon him alone . Then flew thir birdis o'er the boughis sheen , Singing of love amang the leavis small ; Whose eidant plead yet made my ...
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... took a fever , of which he died in 1541. His love , as appears from his poems , was not prosperous ; but he did not take his bad fortune much to heart ; he the lover who waxeth wyser , and will not die for affection . " ] was BLAME not ...
... took a fever , of which he died in 1541. His love , as appears from his poems , was not prosperous ; but he did not take his bad fortune much to heart ; he the lover who waxeth wyser , and will not die for affection . " ] was BLAME not ...
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Страница 159 - TELL ME NOT, sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
Страница 164 - 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 129 - An ambassador is an honest man, sent to lie abroad for the good of his country.
Страница 193 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequered shade, And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday...
Страница 125 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Страница 64 - As it fell upon a day, In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made...
Страница 260 - 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.
Страница 225 - Honour but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying; If the world be worth thy winning, Think, O think, it worth enjoying: Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee!
Страница 196 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit, or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Страница 68 - 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.