The English Poets: Chaucer to DonneMacmillan, 1903 |
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... unto my nekke - bone Saidè this child , and as by way of kinde I should have deyd , yea , longè time agone ; But Jesu Christ , as ye in bookès finde , Will that his glory last and be in minde , And for the worship of his mother dere Yet ...
... unto my nekke - bone Saidè this child , and as by way of kinde I should have deyd , yea , longè time agone ; But Jesu Christ , as ye in bookès finde , Will that his glory last and be in minde , And for the worship of his mother dere Yet ...
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... unto love . 4 Forthy ensaumple taketh of this man , Ye wisë , proude , and worthy folkës alle , To scornen Love , whiche that so soonë kan The fredom of youre hertës to him thralle ; For evere was , and evere schal befalle , That Love ...
... unto love . 4 Forthy ensaumple taketh of this man , Ye wisë , proude , and worthy folkës alle , To scornen Love , whiche that so soonë kan The fredom of youre hertës to him thralle ; For evere was , and evere schal befalle , That Love ...
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... unto the yate of heven ; And as in love he was in swich gladnesse , That in his herte he demëd , as I gesse , That ther nys lovere in this world at ese , So wel as he , and thus gan love hym plese . The goodlyhed or beauté , which that ...
... unto the yate of heven ; And as in love he was in swich gladnesse , That in his herte he demëd , as I gesse , That ther nys lovere in this world at ese , So wel as he , and thus gan love hym plese . The goodlyhed or beauté , which that ...
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... unto hire grace . ' 2 Than thought he thus , ' O blisful lord Cupide ! When I the processe have [ al ] in memórie , How thow me hast werreyed on every syde , Men myght a book make of it lyk a stórie ! What nede is thee to seke on me ...
... unto hire grace . ' 2 Than thought he thus , ' O blisful lord Cupide ! When I the processe have [ al ] in memórie , How thow me hast werreyed on every syde , Men myght a book make of it lyk a stórie ! What nede is thee to seke on me ...
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... Unto the blod of Troye , I preyë the , As Juno was unto the blod Thebane , For which the folk of Thebes caughte hire bane . ' And efter this he to the yatës wente , Ther as Criseyde out rood a ful good pas , And up and doun ther made he ...
... Unto the blod of Troye , I preyë the , As Juno was unto the blod Thebane , For which the folk of Thebes caughte hire bane . ' And efter this he to the yatës wente , Ther as Criseyde out rood a ful good pas , And up and doun ther made he ...
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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.