The English Poets: Selections with Critical IntroductionsThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1895 |
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Strana xxxiii
... unto my nekke - bone Saidè this child , and as by way of kinde I should have deyd , yea , longè time agone ; But Jesu Christ , as ye in bookès finde , Will that his glory last and be in minde , And for the worship of his mother dere Yet ...
... unto my nekke - bone Saidè this child , and as by way of kinde I should have deyd , yea , longè time agone ; But Jesu Christ , as ye in bookès finde , Will that his glory last and be in minde , And for the worship of his mother dere Yet ...
Strana 19
... unto love . 4 Forthy ensaumple taketh of this man , Ye wisë , proude , and worthy folkës alle , To scornen Love , whiche that so soonë kan The fredom of youre hertës to him thralle ; For evere was , and evere schal befalle , That Love ...
... unto love . 4 Forthy ensaumple taketh of this man , Ye wisë , proude , and worthy folkës alle , To scornen Love , whiche that so soonë kan The fredom of youre hertës to him thralle ; For evere was , and evere schal befalle , That Love ...
Strana 24
... unto the yate of heven ; And as in love he was in swich gladnesse , That in his herte he demëd , as I gesse , That ther nys lovere in this world at ese , So wel as he , and thus gan love hym plese . The goodlyhed or beauté , which that ...
... unto the yate of heven ; And as in love he was in swich gladnesse , That in his herte he demëd , as I gesse , That ther nys lovere in this world at ese , So wel as he , and thus gan love hym plese . The goodlyhed or beauté , which that ...
Strana 28
... unto hire grace . ' 2 Than thought he thus , ' O blisful lord Cupide ! When I the processe have [ al ] in memórie , How thow me hast werreyed on every syde , Men myght a book make of it lyk a stórie ! What nede is thee to seke on me ...
... unto hire grace . ' 2 Than thought he thus , ' O blisful lord Cupide ! When I the processe have [ al ] in memórie , How thow me hast werreyed on every syde , Men myght a book make of it lyk a stórie ! What nede is thee to seke on me ...
Strana 29
... Unto the blod of Troye , I preyë the , As Juno was unto the blod Thebane , For which the folk of Thebes caughte hire bane . ' And efter this he to the yatës wente , Ther as Criseyde out rood a ful good pas , And up and doun ther made he ...
... Unto the blod of Troye , I preyë the , As Juno was unto the blod Thebane , For which the folk of Thebes caughte hire bane . ' And efter this he to the yatës wente , Ther as Criseyde out rood a ful good pas , And up and doun ther made he ...
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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 - ... blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since, seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet. So is the time that keeps you as my chest, Or as the wardrobe which the robe doth hide, To make some special instant special blest, By new unfolding his imprison'd pride.
Strana 418 - With coral clasps and amber studs; And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
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 450 - When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer's green all girded up in sheaves, Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard ; Then of thy beauty do I question make, ' for store, ie to be preserved for use.
Strana 451 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Strana 453 - If thou survive my well-contented day, When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover, And shalt by fortune once more re-survey These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover, Compare them with the bettering of the time, And though they be outstripp'd by every pen, Reserve them for my love, not for their rime, Exceeded by the height of happier men.
Strana 465 - Tu-whit, tu-who - a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl...
Strana 533 - Clarence, in steel so bright, Though but a maiden knight, Yet in that furious fight, Scarce such another. Warwick in blood did wade, Oxford the foe invade, And cruel slaughter made, Still as they ran up; Suffolk his axe did ply, Beaumont and Willoughby Bare them right doughtily, Ferrers and Fanhope.