Three Centuries of English Poetry: Being Selections from Chaucer to HerrickMacmillan, 1877 - 391 páginas |
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... till 1374 , Boccaccio till 1375. Chaucer's genius has made him solitary among the English writers of his own time , but it has allied him in proud relationship with this greater European cluster . The continental relations of England ...
... till 1374 , Boccaccio till 1375. Chaucer's genius has made him solitary among the English writers of his own time , but it has allied him in proud relationship with this greater European cluster . The continental relations of England ...
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... till it were eve 12 Me thought nothing might me grieve . . . Upon a day , I bethoughtè me what woe And sorrow that I suffered tho14 For her , and yet she wist it nought , Ne tell her durst I not my thought . Alas , thought I , I can no ...
... till it were eve 12 Me thought nothing might me grieve . . . Upon a day , I bethoughtè me what woe And sorrow that I suffered tho14 For her , and yet she wist it nought , Ne tell her durst I not my thought . Alas , thought I , I can no ...
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... Till Lachesis his thread no longer twine . The golden - tressèd Phoebus high on loft Thrice haddè allè with his beamès clear The snowès molt , 3 and Zephyrus as oft Y - brought again the tender leavès green , Since that the son of ...
... Till Lachesis his thread no longer twine . The golden - tressèd Phoebus high on loft Thrice haddè allè with his beamès clear The snowès molt , 3 and Zephyrus as oft Y - brought again the tender leavès green , Since that the son of ...
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... Till I had all the garden been In the esters3 that men might seen . And thus while I went in my play The God of Love me followed aye , Right as an hunter can abide1 The beast , till he seeth his tide To shooten at goodness to the deer ...
... Till I had all the garden been In the esters3 that men might seen . And thus while I went in my play The God of Love me followed aye , Right as an hunter can abide1 The beast , till he seeth his tide To shooten at goodness to the deer ...
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... till late and long I ne wist in what place I was , ne where ; And methought she song ever by mine ear . And , as I sat , the birdes hearkening thus , Methought that I heard voices suddenly , The most sweetest and most delicious That ...
... till late and long I ne wist in what place I was , ne where ; And methought she song ever by mine ear . And , as I sat , the birdes hearkening thus , Methought that I heard voices suddenly , The most sweetest and most delicious That ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Æneid anon beast beauty Ben Jonson bird birdès Book Cambridge Chaucer College Court Crown 8vo Cuckoo dead death delight doth dread Edition England's Helicon English English poetry eyes fair Fcap fear Fellow flowers foes frae garlands Gavin Douglas gentle gold golden grace green hand hast hath head hear heart heaven heavenly Heigh-ho Henry Henry VIII honour King kiss lady literary live London Lord merry micht mind never night noble nocht nought Owens College pain pastoral Phoebus pity poem poet poetry Professor Queen quoth reign rich richt ROBERT HENRYSON rose Scottish shepherd sing song Sonnets sorrow soul Spenser suld sweet tears Testament of Cresseid thee thing THOMAS OCCLEVE thou thought tree Trinity College unto verse weell weep Whilk wight wist withouten wood
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Página 207 - 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 253 - Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old time is still a-flying, And this same flower that smiles to-day, Tomorrow will be dying.
Página 230 - Yet must I not give Nature all; thy Art My gentle Shakespeare, must enjoy a part. For though the poet's matter nature be, His art doth give the fashion; and, that he Who casts to write a living line, must sweat, (Such as thine are) and strike the second heat Upon the Muses...
Página 155 - Give me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon. My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage; And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.
Página 205 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Página 203 - Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fortune...
Página 158 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust!
Página 209 - Fear no more the heat o' the sun Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages; Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Página 305 - ON THE STUDY OF WORDS. Lectures addressed (originally) to the Pupils at the Diocesan Training School, Winchester. Seventeenth Edition, revised. Fcap. 8vo. $s. ENGLISH, PAST AND PRESENT. Tenth Edition, revised and improved. Fcap. 8vo. $s. A SELECT GLOSSARY OF ENGLISH WORDS, used formerly in Senses Different from their Present.
Página 200 - Time's glory is to calm contending kings, To unmask falsehood, and bring truth to light, To stamp the seal of time in aged things, To wake the morn, and sentinel the night, To wrong the wronger till he render right ; To ruinate proud buildings with thy hours, And smear with dust their glittering golden towers : 1 To fill with worm-holes stately monuments, To feed oblivion with decay of things, To blot old books, and alter their contents, To pluck the quills from ancient ravens...