Three Centuries of English Poetry: Being Selections from Chaucer to HerrickMacmillan, 1877 - 391 páginas |
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... worthy to be remem- bered . No reading of poetry , no criticism of it , satisfies ultimately that does not lead to some conception , more or less distinct , of the personality of the poet . We have allowed ourselves to be too much in a ...
... worthy to be remem- bered . No reading of poetry , no criticism of it , satisfies ultimately that does not lead to some conception , more or less distinct , of the personality of the poet . We have allowed ourselves to be too much in a ...
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... worthy to be remem- bered . No reading of poetry , no criticism of it , satisfies ultimately that does not lead to some conception , more or less distinct , of the personality of the poet . We have allowed ourselves to be too much in a ...
... worthy to be remem- bered . No reading of poetry , no criticism of it , satisfies ultimately that does not lead to some conception , more or less distinct , of the personality of the poet . We have allowed ourselves to be too much in a ...
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... shall have better los , 5 Right in despite of all your foes , Than worthy is , and that anon . 2 Funnel : French tuyau , nozzle . 3 Pleases . 1 Praise . 3 Ceased . Let now , " 4 Known . 5 Praise . 36 THREE CENTURIES OF ENGLISH POETRY .
... shall have better los , 5 Right in despite of all your foes , Than worthy is , and that anon . 2 Funnel : French tuyau , nozzle . 3 Pleases . 1 Praise . 3 Ceased . Let now , " 4 Known . 5 Praise . 36 THREE CENTURIES OF ENGLISH POETRY .
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... worthy man , That , from the timè that he first began To riden out , he loved chivalry , Truth and honour , freedom and courtesy . Full worthy was he in his lordès werrè ; 3 And thereto had he ridden , no man ferrè , + As well in ...
... worthy man , That , from the timè that he first began To riden out , he loved chivalry , Truth and honour , freedom and courtesy . Full worthy was he in his lordès werrè ; 3 And thereto had he ridden , no man ferrè , + As well in ...
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... worthy , he was wise , And of his port2 as meek as is a maid . He never yet no villainy ne said In all his life unto no manner wight : 3 He was a very perfit gentle knight . But for to tellen you of his array : His horse was good , but ...
... worthy , he was wise , And of his port2 as meek as is a maid . He never yet no villainy ne said In all his life unto no manner wight : 3 He was a very perfit gentle knight . But for to tellen you of his array : His horse was good , but ...
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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...
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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...