Chaucer, 1400, to Beaumont, 1628Thomas Campbell J. Murray, 1819 |
Vyhľadávanie v obsahu knihy
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Strana 79
... play us in this plane ? They wald us baith reproife . V. She . Robene take tent unto my tale1 , And wirk all as I reid2 , And thow sall haif my hairt all hailė3 Eik and my maidenheid . Sen God sendis bute for baill * , And for murning ...
... play us in this plane ? They wald us baith reproife . V. She . Robene take tent unto my tale1 , And wirk all as I reid2 , And thow sall haif my hairt all hailė3 Eik and my maidenheid . Sen God sendis bute for baill * , And for murning ...
Strana 95
... play : Blyith in countenance , richt fair of face , And stude7 weill ay in his ladies grace : For he was wondir amiabill , And in all deidis honourabill ; And ay his honour did advance , In Ingland first and synes in France ; And thare ...
... play : Blyith in countenance , richt fair of face , And stude7 weill ay in his ladies grace : For he was wondir amiabill , And in all deidis honourabill ; And ay his honour did advance , In Ingland first and synes in France ; And thare ...
Strana 105
... played the lute with remarkable sweetness , spoke foreign languages with grace and fluency , and possessed an inexhaustible fund of wit . At the death of Wolsey he could not be more than 19 ; yet he is said to have contributed to that ...
... played the lute with remarkable sweetness , spoke foreign languages with grace and fluency , and possessed an inexhaustible fund of wit . At the death of Wolsey he could not be more than 19 ; yet he is said to have contributed to that ...
Strana 125
... play ' , where dèsported for the game , With dazed eyes oft we , by gleams of love , Have miss'd the ball , and got sight of our dame , To bait her eyes , which kept the leads above . The gravell'd ground , with sleeves tied on the helm ...
... play ' , where dèsported for the game , With dazed eyes oft we , by gleams of love , Have miss'd the ball , and got sight of our dame , To bait her eyes , which kept the leads above . The gravell'd ground , with sleeves tied on the helm ...
Strana 126
... play ; The friendship sworn , each promise kept so just , Wherewith we past the winter nights away . And with this thought the blood forsakes the face ; The tears berain my cheeks of deadly hue : The which , as soon as sobbing sighs ...
... play ; The friendship sworn , each promise kept so just , Wherewith we past the winter nights away . And with this thought the blood forsakes the face ; The tears berain my cheeks of deadly hue : The which , as soon as sobbing sighs ...
Časté výrazy a frázy
Argentile beast beauty beauty's behold Ben Jonson birds bishop of Exeter blood born bower Bust Canterbury Tales Chaucer coude court Curan damsel death delight doth Earl eclogues England England's Helicon English Euphuism eyes face fair Fairy Queen father fear flowers give gold goodly grace Guyon hair hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly Hengo honour Joshua Sylvester king kiss lady leave light live looks lord Makyne mind Mirror for Magistrates muse never night noble nought nymph Oxford pain Philaster pity poem poet poetry praise Prince quoth rest Robene satire Scotland seem'd shepherd shew shining sight sing Sir Philip Sydney song SONNET sorrow soul Spenser sweet Sydney tears Tell thee ther thine thing thou art thought unto verses wanton whan wight wind youth
Populárne pasáže
Strana 283 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth "s unknown, although his height be taken.
Strana 323 - Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet: Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye?
Strana 160 - With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Strana 218 - Say to the court, it glows And shines like rotten wood; Say to the church, it shows What's good, and doth no good: If church and court reply, Then give them both the lie. Tell potentates, they live Acting by others' action; Not loved unless they give, Not strong but by a faction: If potentates reply, Give potentates the lie.
Strana 111 - And wilt thou leave me thus ? Say nay, say nay. And wilt thou leave me thus, That hath loved thee so long In wealth and woe among? And is thy heart so strong As for to leave me thus ? Say nay, say nay.
Strana 220 - And if they will reply, Then give them all the lie. Tell arts they have no soundness, But vary by esteeming ; Tell schools they want profoundness, And stand too much on seeming : If arts and schools reply, Give arts and schools the lie. Tell faith it's fled the city; Tell how the country erreth ; Tell manhood shakes off pity ; . Tell virtue least preferreth : And if they do reply, Spare not to give the lie.
Strana 283 - When summer's breath their masked buds discloses : But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made : And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth, When that shall fade, my verse distils your truth.
Strana 22 - Ful worthy was he in his lordes werre, And therto hadde he riden, no man ferre, As wel in cristendom as in hethenesse, And evere honoured for his worthynesse. At Alisaundre he was whan it was wonne. Ful ofte tyme he hadde the bord bigonne Aboven alle nacions in Pruce; In Lettow hadde he reysed and in Ruce, No Cristen man so ofte of his degree.
Strana 177 - O how can beautie maister the most strong, And simple truth subdue avenging wrong! Whose yielded pride and proud submission, Still dreading death, when she had marked long, Her hart gan melt in great compassion, And drizling teares did shed for pure affection. 7 The lyon lord of everie beast in field...
Strana 283 - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give ! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses ; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves.