The English Poets: Chaucer to DonneMacmillan, 1903 |
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... Quod the sperhaukë . Loo , suche hyt ys to ' Never mote she thee 3 ! have a tongë loos ! Now pardé , fool , yet were hit bet for the Have holde thy pes , than shewed thy nycëté ; Hyt lyth not in hys wyt , nor in hys wille ; But sooth ys ...
... Quod the sperhaukë . Loo , suche hyt ys to ' Never mote she thee 3 ! have a tongë loos ! Now pardé , fool , yet were hit bet for the Have holde thy pes , than shewed thy nycëté ; Hyt lyth not in hys wyt , nor in hys wille ; But sooth ys ...
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Thomas Humphry Ward. 1 Ye ! quek ! yet , ' quod the dukë , ' wel and faire ! There ben moo sterrës , God woot , than a paire . ' ' Now fy , cherl ! ' quod the gentil tercëlet , - ' Out of the dunghil com that word ful ryght ; Thou kanst ...
Thomas Humphry Ward. 1 Ye ! quek ! yet , ' quod the dukë , ' wel and faire ! There ben moo sterrës , God woot , than a paire . ' ' Now fy , cherl ! ' quod the gentil tercëlet , - ' Out of the dunghil com that word ful ryght ; Thou kanst ...
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... quod I. ' Now wel , ' quod he : ' First , I , that in my feet have thee , Of which thou hast a fere and wonder , Am dwellyng with the god of thonder , Whiche that men callen Jupiter , That dooth me flee ful oftë fer To do al hys ...
... quod I. ' Now wel , ' quod he : ' First , I , that in my feet have thee , Of which thou hast a fere and wonder , Am dwellyng with the god of thonder , Whiche that men callen Jupiter , That dooth me flee ful oftë fer To do al hys ...
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... quod he , ' And if this knyght wol sweren how that she This womman slow 2 , yet wole we vs auyse Whom that we wole that shal ben our Iustyse . ' A Briton book , writen with Euangyles , Was fet , and on this book he swor anoon She gilty ...
... quod he , ' And if this knyght wol sweren how that she This womman slow 2 , yet wole we vs auyse Whom that we wole that shal ben our Iustyse . ' A Briton book , writen with Euangyles , Was fet , and on this book he swor anoon She gilty ...
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... quod she , ' and maydë bright , Marye , Soth is that thurgh womannës eggëment3 Mankynd was lorn and damnëd ay to dye , For which thy child was on a croys yrent ; Thy blisful yën seye al his torment ; Than is ther no comparisoun bitwene ...
... quod she , ' and maydë bright , Marye , Soth is that thurgh womannës eggëment3 Mankynd was lorn and damnëd ay to dye , For which thy child was on a croys yrent ; Thy blisful yën seye al his torment ; Than is ther no comparisoun bitwene ...
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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.