The English Poets: Chaucer to DonneThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1883 |
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Strana 5
... gret poete . ' Among the Good Women of the Legende comes Dido , it is true , and her story is taken more from the Æneid than from the Heroides . But what a change has passed over the tale since the religious Roman , charged with the ...
... gret poete . ' Among the Good Women of the Legende comes Dido , it is true , and her story is taken more from the Æneid than from the Heroides . But what a change has passed over the tale since the religious Roman , charged with the ...
Strana 9
... gret Emetrius , the King of Inde , Upon a stede bay trapped in stele Covered with cloth of gold diapred wele , Came riding like the god of armës , Mars . His cote - armure was of a cloth of Tars Couched with perlës white and round and ...
... gret Emetrius , the King of Inde , Upon a stede bay trapped in stele Covered with cloth of gold diapred wele , Came riding like the god of armës , Mars . His cote - armure was of a cloth of Tars Couched with perlës white and round and ...
Strana 23
... gret syknesse , Men mostë drynke , as men may oftë se , Ful bittre drynk : and for to han gladnesse Men drynken of peynës , and gret distresse : I mene it here , as for this aventure , That thorwgh a peyne hath fonden al his cure . And ...
... gret syknesse , Men mostë drynke , as men may oftë se , Ful bittre drynk : and for to han gladnesse Men drynken of peynës , and gret distresse : I mene it here , as for this aventure , That thorwgh a peyne hath fonden al his cure . And ...
Strana 31
... gret estate , and peril of the town , And that she was allon , and hadde nede Of frendes help ; and thus bygan to brede 1 The cause whi , the sothë for to telle , That sche tok fully purpos for to dwelle3 . 4 1 host . 2 sweet . 3 from ...
... gret estate , and peril of the town , And that she was allon , and hadde nede Of frendes help ; and thus bygan to brede 1 The cause whi , the sothë for to telle , That sche tok fully purpos for to dwelle3 . 4 1 host . 2 sweet . 3 from ...
Strana 41
... gret humblesse , And vertu eke , that thou wolt make A nyght ful ofte thyn hede to ake , In thy studyë so thou writest , And evermo of love enditest , In honour of hym and preysynges , And in his folkës furtherynges , And in hir matere ...
... gret humblesse , And vertu eke , that thou wolt make A nyght ful ofte thyn hede to ake , In thy studyë so thou writest , And evermo of love enditest , In honour of hym and preysynges , And in his folkës furtherynges , And in hir matere ...
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Aeneid Astrophel and Stella ballads beauty behold breast Caelica Chaucer Clerk Saunders dead dear death delight doth Edom Elizabethan England's Helicon English eyes Faery Queen fair fayre fear flowers Glasgerion gold grace gret grief gude hand hart hast hath heart heaven herte hire honour king Kinmont Willie lady light live Lord lovers Lyoun Marlowe mind mony never night nocht nought passion Petrarch play pleasure poems poet poetical poetry praise Quhat Quhen quhilk quoth rich Robin Robin Hood sall satire sche Scotch Shakespeare Sidney Sidney's sighs sight sing sleep song sonnets sorrow soul Spenser suld sweet Tamburlaine tell thair thay thee ther thine thing thou thought thow Timor Mortis conturbat true tyme unto Venus Venus and Adonis verse virtue weep whan wolde words write
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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.