The English Poets: Chaucer to DonneThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1883 |
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Strana xi
... LORD BUCKHURST ( 1536-1608 ) . Extract from The Induction Complaint of the Duke of Buckingham Sleep Prof. Hales 263 • 265 266 267 268 · The Dean of St. Paul's 270 • 271 273 274 246 7. Churton Collins 248 251 253 7. Churton Collins 255 ...
... LORD BUCKHURST ( 1536-1608 ) . Extract from The Induction Complaint of the Duke of Buckingham Sleep Prof. Hales 263 • 265 266 267 268 · The Dean of St. Paul's 270 • 271 273 274 246 7. Churton Collins 248 251 253 7. Churton Collins 255 ...
Strana xii
... LORD BROOKE ( 1554-1628 ) Extracts from Mustapha : Chorus of Tartars Chorus of Priests Chorus from Alaham Extracts from Caelica : Seed - time and Harvest Elizabetha Regina Sonnet An Elegy on Sir Philip Sidney SIR EDWARD DYER ( 1550 ...
... LORD BROOKE ( 1554-1628 ) Extracts from Mustapha : Chorus of Tartars Chorus of Priests Chorus from Alaham Extracts from Caelica : Seed - time and Harvest Elizabetha Regina Sonnet An Elegy on Sir Philip Sidney SIR EDWARD DYER ( 1550 ...
Strana xxv
... lord who nourished him .'- Chanson de Roland , iii . 939-942 . 2 ' So said she ; they long since in Earth's soft arms were reposing , There , in their own dear land , their father - land , Lacedæmon . ' Iliad , iii . 243-4 ( translated ...
... lord who nourished him .'- Chanson de Roland , iii . 939-942 . 2 ' So said she ; they long since in Earth's soft arms were reposing , There , in their own dear land , their father - land , Lacedæmon . ' Iliad , iii . 243-4 ( translated ...
Strana 20
... Lord ! so he was glad , and wel bygon ! Criseyde aros , no longer she ne stente , But streght into hire closet wente anon , And set hire down , as stille as any ston , And every word gon up and down to wynde , That he hadde seyde , as ...
... Lord ! so he was glad , and wel bygon ! Criseyde aros , no longer she ne stente , But streght into hire closet wente anon , And set hire down , as stille as any ston , And every word gon up and down to wynde , That he hadde seyde , as ...
Strana 26
... , his meynye for to blende3 , A cause he fond in townë for to go , And to Criseydes hous they gonnen wende ; 1 tended towards . 2 vulgar . 8 to deceive his companions . But Lord ! this sely Troilus was wo ! Hym 25 THE ENGLISH POETS .
... , his meynye for to blende3 , A cause he fond in townë for to go , And to Criseydes hous they gonnen wende ; 1 tended towards . 2 vulgar . 8 to deceive his companions . But Lord ! this sely Troilus was wo ! Hym 25 THE ENGLISH POETS .
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Strana 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
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 454 - 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...
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 459 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights, Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have expressed Even such a beauty as you master now.
Strana 230 - There lived a wife at Usher's Well, And a wealthy wife was she; She had three stout and stalwart sons, And sent them o'er the sea. They hadna been a week from her, A week but barely ane, When word came to the carline wife That her three sons were gane.
Strana 460 - tis true, I have gone here and there, And made myself a motley to the view, Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear, Made old offences of affections new.
Strana 491 - Tell zeal it lacks devotion, Tell love it is but lust, Tell time it is but motion. Tell flesh it is but dust; And wish them not reply, For thou must give the lie.