The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by Various Writers and a General Introduction, Zväzok 1Macmillan, 1895 |
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... Pleasure : • 7. Churton Collins 175 Dialogue between Graunde Amoure and La Pucel Amoure laments the absence of La Pucel The Character of a True Knight Description of La Belle Pucel JOHN SKELTON ( 1460 ? -1529 ) A Lullabye • : Extract ...
... Pleasure : • 7. Churton Collins 175 Dialogue between Graunde Amoure and La Pucel Amoure laments the absence of La Pucel The Character of a True Knight Description of La Belle Pucel JOHN SKELTON ( 1460 ? -1529 ) A Lullabye • : Extract ...
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... pleasure any words of any language that might come in its way . How Chaucer used this noble instru- ment is not to be demonstrated ; it is to be felt . De sensibus non est disputandum ; it is vain to discuss matters of personal ...
... pleasure any words of any language that might come in its way . How Chaucer used this noble instru- ment is not to be demonstrated ; it is to be felt . De sensibus non est disputandum ; it is vain to discuss matters of personal ...
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... and fetysly ' , 1 fluting . it was his pleasure . ' forester . VOL . I. 2 night - time . 5 crop - head . St Eligius . E 3 carved . guard for the arma ⚫ neatly . After the scole of Stratford attë Bowe , For Frensch CHAUCER . 49.
... and fetysly ' , 1 fluting . it was his pleasure . ' forester . VOL . I. 2 night - time . 5 crop - head . St Eligius . E 3 carved . guard for the arma ⚫ neatly . After the scole of Stratford attë Bowe , For Frensch CHAUCER . 49.
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... pleasure . After a graphic description of the Courtiers of Love , an unequal but vigorous piece of writing , there appears to be a break in the poem , for we find ourselves suddenly in the middle of a tender speech of Rosial , who ...
... pleasure . After a graphic description of the Courtiers of Love , an unequal but vigorous piece of writing , there appears to be a break in the poem , for we find ourselves suddenly in the middle of a tender speech of Rosial , who ...
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... pleasure . The two poets whom Douglas most admired of all the motley crowd who pass through The Palice of Honour were Virgil and Chaucer . Each of these masters he calls an a per se . He imitated the latter in the manner of his ...
... pleasure . The two poets whom Douglas most admired of all the motley crowd who pass through The Palice of Honour were Virgil and Chaucer . Each of these masters he calls an a per se . He imitated the latter in the manner of his ...
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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.