The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by Various Writers and a General Introduction, Zväzok 1Macmillan, 1895 |
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Strana xxxii
... gold dew - drops of speech . ' Johnson misses the point entirely when he finds fault with Dryden for ascribing to Chaucer the first refinement of our numbers , and say's that Gower also can show smooth numbers and easy rhymes . The ...
... gold dew - drops of speech . ' Johnson misses the point entirely when he finds fault with Dryden for ascribing to Chaucer the first refinement of our numbers , and say's that Gower also can show smooth numbers and easy rhymes . The ...
Strana 9
... a stede bay trapped in stele Covered with cloth of gold diapred wele , Came riding like the god of armës , Mars . His cote - armure was of a cloth of Tars Couched with perles white and round and giete ; His CHAUCER .
... a stede bay trapped in stele Covered with cloth of gold diapred wele , Came riding like the god of armës , Mars . His cote - armure was of a cloth of Tars Couched with perles white and round and giete ; His CHAUCER .
Strana 10
... gold new ybete ; His mantelet upon his shouldre hanging Bet ful of rubies red as fyr sparkling ; His crispë heer like ringes was yronne , And that was yelwe and glitered as the sonne ... And as a leon he his looking cast . ' Or such a ...
... gold new ybete ; His mantelet upon his shouldre hanging Bet ful of rubies red as fyr sparkling ; His crispë heer like ringes was yronne , And that was yelwe and glitered as the sonne ... And as a leon he his looking cast . ' Or such a ...
Strana 44
... gold she haddë next her heer , And upon that a whit coroune she beer , With flourouns smale , and [ that ] I shal nat lye , For al the world ryght as a dayësye Ycorouned ys with white levës lyte ' , So were the flowrouns of hire coroune ...
... gold she haddë next her heer , And upon that a whit coroune she beer , With flourouns smale , and [ that ] I shal nat lye , For al the world ryght as a dayësye Ycorouned ys with white levës lyte ' , So were the flowrouns of hire coroune ...
Strana 45
... gold , for hevynesse and wyghte ' ; Therwith me thoght his face shoon so brighte That wel unnethës myghte I him beholde ; And in his hand me thoghte I saugh him holde Twoo firy dartës , as the gledës rede , 3 4 And aungelyke hys wyngës ...
... gold , for hevynesse and wyghte ' ; Therwith me thoght his face shoon so brighte That wel unnethës myghte I him beholde ; And in his hand me thoghte I saugh him holde Twoo firy dartës , as the gledës rede , 3 4 And aungelyke hys wyngës ...
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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 456 - 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 450 - ... 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 457 - If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Strana 416 - With coral clasps and amber studs; And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Strana 459 - Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go. And be you blithe and bonny ; ' Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Strana 292 - Crosse he bore, The deare remembrance of his dying Lord, For whose sweete sake that glorious badge he wore, And dead as living ever him ador'd: Upon his shield the like was also scor'd...
Strana 228 - 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 450 - As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses : But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made : And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth, When that shall fade, my verse distils your truth.
Strana 490 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with age and dust ; Who in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days ; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust.