Chaucer to BurnsH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1913 |
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... breath ; he was old before he was young . No teachers existed in this island for ' old famous Chaucer ' , The pure in whose gentle spright well - head of poesie did dwell ; the ' loadstarre of our language ' ; of ' excellencie and ...
... breath ; he was old before he was young . No teachers existed in this island for ' old famous Chaucer ' , The pure in whose gentle spright well - head of poesie did dwell ; the ' loadstarre of our language ' ; of ' excellencie and ...
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... breath ; But that good part wherein all comforts be , Now dead , doth shew departure is a death ; Yea , worse than death ; death parts both woe and joy , From joy I part , still living in annoy.14 But few clusters vie with the other ...
... breath ; But that good part wherein all comforts be , Now dead , doth shew departure is a death ; Yea , worse than death ; death parts both woe and joy , From joy I part , still living in annoy.14 But few clusters vie with the other ...
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... breathing the same air , been impelled by the same emotions . As remarkable are the Songs . Elizabethan lyrics have a trick , happily not invariable in them , of ingenuity and artifice . Shakespeare's ,, unless , perhaps , in Love's ...
... breathing the same air , been impelled by the same emotions . As remarkable are the Songs . Elizabethan lyrics have a trick , happily not invariable in them , of ingenuity and artifice . Shakespeare's ,, unless , perhaps , in Love's ...
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... breath , Who when he lived , his breath and beauty set Gloss on the rose , smell to the violet ? ' Hadst thou but bid beware , then he had spoke , And , hearing him , thy power had lost his power . The Destinies will curse thee for this ...
... breath , Who when he lived , his breath and beauty set Gloss on the rose , smell to the violet ? ' Hadst thou but bid beware , then he had spoke , And , hearing him , thy power had lost his power . The Destinies will curse thee for this ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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