The English Poets: Chaucer to DonneThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1880 |
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... Rose . " " The Flower and the Leaf The Court of Love " 1 " " 56 61 62 · 72 80 The Editor 82 · 82 · 85 88 . Prof. Skeat T. Arnold 102 91 • 96 WILLIAM LANGLEY or LANGLAND ( born about 1332 ) Extracts from The Vision of Piers the Plowman ...
... Rose . " " The Flower and the Leaf The Court of Love " 1 " " 56 61 62 · 72 80 The Editor 82 · 82 · 85 88 . Prof. Skeat T. Arnold 102 91 • 96 WILLIAM LANGLEY or LANGLAND ( born about 1332 ) Extracts from The Vision of Piers the Plowman ...
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... Rose , ' the first and principal specimen of what M. Sandras , Chau- cer's French critic , has happily called the psychological epic . This poem , as is well known , was begun by Guillaume de Lorris under Louis IX , and continued at ...
... Rose , ' the first and principal specimen of what M. Sandras , Chau- cer's French critic , has happily called the psychological epic . This poem , as is well known , was begun by Guillaume de Lorris under Louis IX , and continued at ...
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... Rose of Beauty , Déduit , Papelardie , l'Oiseuse , Faux - Semblant , are , as a French critic puts it , ' members of the family of Entities and Quiddities that were born to the realist doctors . ' The vogue of the ' Roman ' was immense ...
... Rose of Beauty , Déduit , Papelardie , l'Oiseuse , Faux - Semblant , are , as a French critic puts it , ' members of the family of Entities and Quiddities that were born to the realist doctors . ' The vogue of the ' Roman ' was immense ...
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... Rose . My windowes were shet echon , And throgh the glas the sonnë shon Upon my bed with bryghtë bemys , With many gladë , gildë stremys ; And eke the welken was so faire , Blewe , bryghtë , clerë was the ayre , And ful atempre , for ...
... Rose . My windowes were shet echon , And throgh the glas the sonnë shon Upon my bed with bryghtë bemys , With many gladë , gildë stremys ; And eke the welken was so faire , Blewe , bryghtë , clerë was the ayre , And ful atempre , for ...
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... rose leves , The fresshest syn the world was first begonne . His giltë here was coroned with a sonne In stede of gold , for hevynesse and wyghte2 ; Therwith me thoght his face shoon so brighte That wel unnethës3 myghte I him beholde ...
... rose leves , The fresshest syn the world was first begonne . His giltë here was coroned with a sonne In stede of gold , for hevynesse and wyghte2 ; Therwith me thoght his face shoon so brighte That wel unnethës3 myghte I him beholde ...
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Strana 459 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Strana 449 - 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 xxxix - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Strana xxxviii - For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that ; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank 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 347 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies : How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries?
Strana 485 - 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 461 - 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 456 - 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 xiii - The future of poetry is immense, because in poetry, where it is worthy of its high destinies, our race, as time goes on, will find an ever surer and surer stay. There is not a creed which is not shaken, not an accredited dogma which is not shown to be questionable, not a received tradition which does not threaten to dissolve.
Strana 461 - Under the greenwood tree * Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither : Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.* JAQ.