The English Poets: Chaucer to DonneMacmillan, 1889 |
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Strana 38
... Quod the sperhaukë . Loo , suche hyt ys to ' Never mote she thee ! have a tongë loos ! Now pardé , fool , yet were hit bet for the Have holde thy pes , than shewed thy nycëté ; Hyt lyth not in hys wyt , nor in hys wille ; But sooth ys ...
... Quod the sperhaukë . Loo , suche hyt ys to ' Never mote she thee ! have a tongë loos ! Now pardé , fool , yet were hit bet for the Have holde thy pes , than shewed thy nycëté ; Hyt lyth not in hys wyt , nor in hys wille ; But sooth ys ...
Strana 39
Thomas Humphry Ward. Ye ! quek ! yet , ' quod the dukë , ' wel and faire ! There ben moo sterrës , God woot , than a paire . ' ' Now fy , cherl ! ' quod the gentil tercëlet , - ' Out of the dunghil com that word ful ryght ; Thou kanst ...
Thomas Humphry Ward. Ye ! quek ! yet , ' quod the dukë , ' wel and faire ! There ben moo sterrës , God woot , than a paire . ' ' Now fy , cherl ! ' quod the gentil tercëlet , - ' Out of the dunghil com that word ful ryght ; Thou kanst ...
Strana 40
... quod I. ' Now wel , ' quod he : ' First , I , that in my feet have thee , Of which thou hast a fere and wonder , Am dwellyng with the god of thonder , Whiche that men callen Jupiter , That dooth me flee ful oftë fer To do al hys ...
... quod I. ' Now wel , ' quod he : ' First , I , that in my feet have thee , Of which thou hast a fere and wonder , Am dwellyng with the god of thonder , Whiche that men callen Jupiter , That dooth me flee ful oftë fer To do al hys ...
Strana 57
... quod he , ' And if this knyght wol sweren how that she This womman slow , yet wole we vs auyse Whom that we wole that shal ben our lustyse . ' A Briton book , writen with Euangyles , Was fet , and on this book he swor anoon She gilty ...
... quod he , ' And if this knyght wol sweren how that she This womman slow , yet wole we vs auyse Whom that we wole that shal ben our lustyse . ' A Briton book , writen with Euangyles , Was fet , and on this book he swor anoon She gilty ...
Strana 59
... quod she , and maydë bright , Marye , Soth is that thurgh womannės eggëment Mankynd was lorn3 and damnëd ay to dye , For which thy child was on a croys yrent ; Thy blisful yen seye al his torment ; Than is ther no comparisoun bitwene ...
... quod she , and maydë bright , Marye , Soth is that thurgh womannės eggëment Mankynd was lorn3 and damnëd ay to dye , For which thy child was on a croys yrent ; Thy blisful yen seye al his torment ; Than is ther no comparisoun bitwene ...
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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 451 - ... lovely and more temperate Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Strana xxxvii - I was confirmed in this opinion, that he, who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem...
Strana 463 - 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 463 - 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. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown...
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 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 454 - The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour, which doth in it live. The canker blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses.
Strana xlii - A prince can mak' a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and a' that ; But an honest man's aboon his might, Guid faith he mauna fa' that. For a
Strana 348 - I sought fit words to paint the blackest face of woe; Studying inventions fine, her wits to entertain, Oft turning others' leaves, to see if thence would flow Some fresh and fruitful showers upon my sunburn'd brain.