The English Poets, Zväzok 1Thomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1901 |
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Strana xi
... . Paul's 270 271 • 273 274 THOMAS SACKVILLE , LORD BUCKHURST ( 1536-1608 ) . Extract from The Induction Complaint of the Duke of Buckingham Sleep · EDMUND SPENSER ( 1552-1598 ) Extracts from The Shepheard's Calender CONTENTS . xi.
... . Paul's 270 271 • 273 274 THOMAS SACKVILLE , LORD BUCKHURST ( 1536-1608 ) . Extract from The Induction Complaint of the Duke of Buckingham Sleep · EDMUND SPENSER ( 1552-1598 ) Extracts from The Shepheard's Calender CONTENTS . xi.
Strana xii
... LORD BROOKE ( 1554-1628 ) · 359 . 361 362 363 364 Mary A. Ward 365 Extracts from Mustapha : Chorus of Tartars Chorus of Priests Chorus from Alaham Extracts from Caelica : Seed - time and Harvest Elizabetha Regina Sonnet • An Elegy on ...
... LORD BROOKE ( 1554-1628 ) · 359 . 361 362 363 364 Mary A. Ward 365 Extracts from Mustapha : Chorus of Tartars Chorus of Priests Chorus from Alaham Extracts from Caelica : Seed - time and Harvest Elizabetha Regina Sonnet • An Elegy on ...
Strana xxv
... lord who nourished him .'- Chanson de Roland , iii . 939-942 . 2 ' So said she ; they long since in Earth's soft arms were reposing , There , in their own dear land , their father land , Lacedæmon . ' Iliad , iii . 243-4 ( translated by ...
... lord who nourished him .'- Chanson de Roland , iii . 939-942 . 2 ' So said she ; they long since in Earth's soft arms were reposing , There , in their own dear land , their father land , Lacedæmon . ' Iliad , iii . 243-4 ( translated by ...
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... Lord ! so he was glad , and wel bygon ! Criseyde aros , no longer she ne stente , But streght into hire closet wente anon , And set hire down , as stille as any ston , And every word gon up and down to wynde , That he hadde seyde , as ...
... Lord ! so he was glad , and wel bygon ! Criseyde aros , no longer she ne stente , But streght into hire closet wente anon , And set hire down , as stille as any ston , And every word gon up and down to wynde , That he hadde seyde , as ...
Strana 26
... meynye for to blende3 , A cause he fond in townë for to go , And to Criseydes hous they gonnen wende ; I tended towards . 2 vulgar . to deceive his companions . But Lord ! this sely Troilus was wo ! Hym 26 THE ENGLISH POETS .
... meynye for to blende3 , A cause he fond in townë for to go , And to Criseydes hous they gonnen wende ; I tended towards . 2 vulgar . to deceive his companions . But Lord ! this sely Troilus was wo ! Hym 26 THE ENGLISH POETS .
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The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by ..., Zväzok 1 Matthew Arnold Úplné zobrazenie - 1895 |
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Aeneid anon Astrophel and Stella ballads beauty Caelica Canterbury Tales Chaucer Clerk Saunders Confessio Amantis Criseyde death delight doth drede England's Helicon English eyes Faery Queen fair fayre flour French Glasgerion gold Gower grace grene gret grete hart hast hath heart heaven hertë hire honour king lady litel live Lord lovers Lydgate Lyoun mede mind mony myght never night nocht nought passion Piers Plowman poem poet poetical poetry praise Queen Quhat Quhen quhilk quod quoth sall satire saugh sayd schal sche seyde shal Sidney Sidney's sigh sight sing song sonnets sorwe soul Spenser stanza suld sweet swete swich thair thay thee ther thing THOMAS OCCLEVE thou thought thow Timor Mortis conturbat Troylus true truth tyme unto Venus verse whan wight wolde words write
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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 456 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Strana xliii - 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 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 477 - As it fell upon a day, In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made...
Strana 454 - So am I as the rich, whose 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.
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 536 - And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Strana xxvii - What though the field be lost? All is not lost; the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield: And what is else not to be overcome?