The English Poets: Chaucer to DonneMacmillan, 1889 |
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Strana 9
... whan that the moneth of May Is comen , and that I here the foules synge , And that the flourës gynnen for to springe , Farewel my boke , and my devocioun ! ' What he here calls May , with its birds and flowers , really means Nature as a ...
... whan that the moneth of May Is comen , and that I here the foules synge , And that the flourës gynnen for to springe , Farewel my boke , and my devocioun ! ' What he here calls May , with its birds and flowers , really means Nature as a ...
Strana 16
... letten , As for to honoure hire goddës ful devoute , But aldermost in honour , out of doute , They had a relyk hight Palladioun , That was hire trist aboven everichoun . shut And so byfel , whan comen was the tyme Of 16 THE ENGLISH POETS .
... letten , As for to honoure hire goddës ful devoute , But aldermost in honour , out of doute , They had a relyk hight Palladioun , That was hire trist aboven everichoun . shut And so byfel , whan comen was the tyme Of 16 THE ENGLISH POETS .
Strana 17
Thomas Humphry Ward. And so byfel , whan comen was the tyme Of Aperil , whan clothed is the mede With newë grene , of lusty Veer the prime , And swotë smellen floures , white and rede ; In sondry wisë schewed , as I rede , The folk of ...
Thomas Humphry Ward. And so byfel , whan comen was the tyme Of Aperil , whan clothed is the mede With newë grene , of lusty Veer the prime , And swotë smellen floures , white and rede ; In sondry wisë schewed , as I rede , The folk of ...
Strana 18
... whan thow turnest ful ofte . I have herd telle , pardieux , of your lyvynge , Ye lovers , and youre lewde observaunces , And which a labour folk han in wynnynge Of love , and in the kepynge which doutaunces ; And when your preye is lost ...
... whan thow turnest ful ofte . I have herd telle , pardieux , of your lyvynge , Ye lovers , and youre lewde observaunces , And which a labour folk han in wynnynge Of love , and in the kepynge which doutaunces ; And when your preye is lost ...
Strana 21
... Whan he the peple upon him herde crien , That to byholde it was a noble game , How sobreliche he caste down his eighen : Criseyd anon gan al his chere aspyen , And leet so softe it in hire herte synken , That to hire self she seyde ...
... Whan he the peple upon him herde crien , That to byholde it was a noble game , How sobreliche he caste down his eighen : Criseyd anon gan al his chere aspyen , And leet so softe it in hire herte synken , That to hire self she seyde ...
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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.