The English Poets: Chaucer to DonneThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1883 |
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Strana 18
... thow turnest ful ofte . ' I have herd telle , pardieux , of your lyvynge , Ye lovers , and youre lewde observaunces , And which a labour folk han in wynnynge Of love , and in the kepynge which doutaunces ; And when your preye is lost ...
... thow turnest ful ofte . ' I have herd telle , pardieux , of your lyvynge , Ye lovers , and youre lewde observaunces , And which a labour folk han in wynnynge Of love , and in the kepynge which doutaunces ; And when your preye is lost ...
Strana 28
... thow me hast werreyed 2 on every syde , Men myght a book make of it lyk a stórie ! What nede is thee to seke on me ... Thow myghty god ! and dredeful for to greve ! Now mercy , god ! thow woost wel I desire Thy grace moost , of allë ...
... thow me hast werreyed 2 on every syde , Men myght a book make of it lyk a stórie ! What nede is thee to seke on me ... Thow myghty god ! and dredeful for to greve ! Now mercy , god ! thow woost wel I desire Thy grace moost , of allë ...
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Thomas Humphry Ward. ' Destreyne hire herte as fastë to retourne , As thow doost myn to longen hire to see ; Than woot I wel that she nyl naught sojourne : Now blisful lord ! so cruwel thow ne be Unto the blod of Troye , I preyë the , As ...
Thomas Humphry Ward. ' Destreyne hire herte as fastë to retourne , As thow doost myn to longen hire to see ; Than woot I wel that she nyl naught sojourne : Now blisful lord ! so cruwel thow ne be Unto the blod of Troye , I preyë the , As ...
Strana 30
... thow art hornëd newe I shal be glad , if al the world be trewe . ' I saugh thyn hornës olde ek by the morwe , Whan hennës rood my rightë lady deere , That cause is of my torment and my sorwe ; For which , O bryghte Lucina the cleere ...
... thow art hornëd newe I shal be glad , if al the world be trewe . ' I saugh thyn hornës olde ek by the morwe , Whan hennës rood my rightë lady deere , That cause is of my torment and my sorwe ; For which , O bryghte Lucina the cleere ...
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... thow , merciful mayde , Mary I menë , doughter to Seint Anne , Bifore whos child aungelës singe Osanne , If I be giltlees of this felonye , My socour be , for elles I shal dye ! ' Haue ye not seyn som tyme a palë face , Among a prees ...
... thow , merciful mayde , Mary I menë , doughter to Seint Anne , Bifore whos child aungelës singe Osanne , If I be giltlees of this felonye , My socour be , for elles I shal dye ! ' Haue ye not seyn som tyme a palë face , Among a prees ...
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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.