The English Poets: Chaucer to DonneMacmillan, 1903 |
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... word spak he more than was neede , 1 Celebrating the increase . a shield : écus . 2 for fear of . 4 gains . 5 short cloak . ' coins stamped with 6 psaltery , harp . And that was seid in forme and reverence And schort 54 THE ENGLISH POETS .
... word spak he more than was neede , 1 Celebrating the increase . a shield : écus . 2 for fear of . 4 gains . 5 short cloak . ' coins stamped with 6 psaltery , harp . And that was seid in forme and reverence And schort 54 THE ENGLISH POETS .
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... fear a deadly storm ! " I saw the new moon , late yestreen , Wi ' the auld moon in her arm ; And , if we gang to sea , master , I fear we'll come to harm . ' They hadna sailed a league , a league , A league but barely three , When the ...
... fear a deadly storm ! " I saw the new moon , late yestreen , Wi ' the auld moon in her arm ; And , if we gang to sea , master , I fear we'll come to harm . ' They hadna sailed a league , a league , A league but barely three , When the ...
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... fear you'll ne'er spy land . ' He hadna gane a step , a step , A step but barely ane , When a bout flew out of our goodly ship , And the salt sea it came in . ' Gae , fetch a web o ' the silken claith , Another o ' the twine , And wap ...
... fear you'll ne'er spy land . ' He hadna gane a step , a step , A step but barely ane , When a bout flew out of our goodly ship , And the salt sea it came in . ' Gae , fetch a web o ' the silken claith , Another o ' the twine , And wap ...
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... there they lighted down . They lighted down to tak a drink Of the spring that ran sae clear ; And down the stream ran his gude heart's blood , And sair she gan to fear . ' Hold up , hold up , Lord William , 222 THE ENGLISH FOETS .
... there they lighted down . They lighted down to tak a drink Of the spring that ran sae clear ; And down the stream ran his gude heart's blood , And sair she gan to fear . ' Hold up , hold up , Lord William , 222 THE ENGLISH FOETS .
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... fear that you are slain ! ' " Tis naething but the shadow of my scarlet cloak , That shines in the water sae plain . ' O they rade on , and on they rade , And a ' by the light of the moon , Until they cam ' to his mother's ha ' door ...
... fear that you are slain ! ' " Tis naething but the shadow of my scarlet cloak , That shines in the water sae plain . ' O they rade on , and on they rade , And a ' by the light of the moon , Until they cam ' to his mother's ha ' door ...
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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.