The English Poets: Chaucer to DonneMacmillan, 1903 |
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... Queen • PAGE · 462 462 . 463 · 463 464 · 464 465 · 465 • 466 G. Saintsbury 467 • 469 469 471 473 · The Editor 474 476 476 • · 477 Prof. Hales 479 482 • • 482 • 484 484 Prof. Hales 486 Reply to Marlowe's ' The Passionate Shepherd to His ...
... Queen • PAGE · 462 462 . 463 · 463 464 · 464 465 · 465 • 466 G. Saintsbury 467 • 469 469 471 473 · The Editor 474 476 476 • · 477 Prof. Hales 479 482 • • 482 • 484 484 Prof. Hales 486 Reply to Marlowe's ' The Passionate Shepherd to His ...
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... Queen Margaret to William de la Pool , Duke of Suffolk To the Cambro - Britons and their Harp , his Ballad of Agincourt The Arming of Pigwiggen ( from Nymphidia ) Extract from Polyolbion JOSEPH HALL ( 1574-1656 ) The Golden Age ...
... Queen Margaret to William de la Pool , Duke of Suffolk To the Cambro - Britons and their Harp , his Ballad of Agincourt The Arming of Pigwiggen ( from Nymphidia ) Extract from Polyolbion JOSEPH HALL ( 1574-1656 ) The Golden Age ...
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... queen to the work of founding the empire of the world ! ' The fresshë lady , of the citee queene , Stood in the temple , in her estat royalle , So richëly , and eke so faire withalle , So yong , so lusty , with her eighen glade , That ...
... queen to the work of founding the empire of the world ! ' The fresshë lady , of the citee queene , Stood in the temple , in her estat royalle , So richëly , and eke so faire withalle , So yong , so lusty , with her eighen glade , That ...
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... Queen Alcestis , clad like the daisy . ] can . Whan that the sonne out of the south gan weste , And that this flour gan close , and goon to reste , For derknesse of the nyght , the which she dredde , Home to myn house ful swiftly I me ...
... Queen Alcestis , clad like the daisy . ] can . Whan that the sonne out of the south gan weste , And that this flour gan close , and goon to reste , For derknesse of the nyght , the which she dredde , Home to myn house ful swiftly I me ...
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... queen mother , a forged letter is sent in the king's name bidding Custance to be banished and turned adrift in an open boat . ] Wepen both yonge and olde in al that place , Whan that the king this cursëd letter sente , And Custance ...
... queen mother , a forged letter is sent in the king's name bidding Custance to be banished and turned adrift in an open boat . ] Wepen both yonge and olde in al that place , Whan that the king this cursëd letter sente , And Custance ...
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Página xlii - Guid faith, he mauna fa' that! For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will, for a' that, That sense and worth o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Página 463 - 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.
Página 453 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Página 460 - 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.
Página 351 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies ; How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries...
Página 452 - When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope...
Página xxvii - What though the field be lost? All is not lost; the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield: And what is else not to be overcome?
Página 489 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Página 462 - Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise.
Página 454 - So am I as the rich, whose blessed 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.