The English Poets: Chaucer to DonneThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1883 |
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Strana 99
... throw , • a - cloy 13 we them each one ! ' ' Listen ! ' quoth Lucifer ' for I this lord know , · nor devil's queintise 15 ; Both this lord and this light is long ago I knew him , May no death this Lord dere 14 And , where He will , is ...
... throw , • a - cloy 13 we them each one ! ' ' Listen ! ' quoth Lucifer ' for I this lord know , · nor devil's queintise 15 ; Both this lord and this light is long ago I knew him , May no death this Lord dere 14 And , where He will , is ...
Strana 135
... Throw quhich anon I knew and understude Wele that sche was a wardly creature , On quhom to rest myn eye , so much gude It did my wofull hert , I yow assure That it was to me joye without mesure , And , at the last , my luke unto the ...
... Throw quhich anon I knew and understude Wele that sche was a wardly creature , On quhom to rest myn eye , so much gude It did my wofull hert , I yow assure That it was to me joye without mesure , And , at the last , my luke unto the ...
Strana 136
... throw vertew incressis dignitie , 1 rise . And vertew is flour and rute of nobles ay , Of ony wit , or quhat estait thou be Ris1 steppis few , and dreid for none effray : Exill al vice , and follow treuth alway ; Lufe maist thy God ...
... throw vertew incressis dignitie , 1 rise . And vertew is flour and rute of nobles ay , Of ony wit , or quhat estait thou be Ris1 steppis few , and dreid for none effray : Exill al vice , and follow treuth alway ; Lufe maist thy God ...
Strana 138
... throw the Wrinkis of the Fox that Begylit the Cadgear , which , outside La Fontaine , I conceive to be one of the high - water marks of the modern apologue . In such poems as The Three Deid Powis1 , where he has anticipated a something ...
... throw the Wrinkis of the Fox that Begylit the Cadgear , which , outside La Fontaine , I conceive to be one of the high - water marks of the modern apologue . In such poems as The Three Deid Powis1 , where he has anticipated a something ...
Strana 143
... Throw jeopardie of weir lang defendis . Quhat price or loving ' quhen the battell endis Is said of him , that ouercummis ane man Him Ito defend quhilk nouther may nor can ? 10 ' Ane thousand myis to kill , and eke devoir , Is lytill ...
... Throw jeopardie of weir lang defendis . Quhat price or loving ' quhen the battell endis Is said of him , that ouercummis ane man Him Ito defend quhilk nouther may nor can ? 10 ' Ane thousand myis to kill , and eke devoir , Is lytill ...
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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.