The English Poets: Chaucer to DonneThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1880 |
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الصفحة 28
... hast werreyed on every syde , Men myght a book make of it lyk a stórie ! What nede is thee to seke on me victórie , Syn I am thyn , and holly at thi wille ? What joye hastow thyn owen folk to spille ? ' Wel hastow , lord , ywroke on me ...
... hast werreyed on every syde , Men myght a book make of it lyk a stórie ! What nede is thee to seke on me victórie , Syn I am thyn , and holly at thi wille ? What joye hastow thyn owen folk to spille ? ' Wel hastow , lord , ywroke on me ...
الصفحة 40
... Hast served so ententyfly " Hys blyndë nevew Cupido , And fairë Venus also , Withoutë guerdoun ever yit , And nevertheles hast set thy wit , ( Although [ that ] in thy hede ful lyt is ) To make songës , bokes , and dytees , In ryme , or ...
... Hast served so ententyfly " Hys blyndë nevew Cupido , And fairë Venus also , Withoutë guerdoun ever yit , And nevertheles hast set thy wit , ( Although [ that ] in thy hede ful lyt is ) To make songës , bokes , and dytees , In ryme , or ...
الصفحة 41
... hast no tydynges Of Lovës folke , yf they be glade , Ne of noght ellës that God made ; And noght oonly fro fer contree , That ther no tydyng cometh to thec , Not of thy verray neyghëbores , That dwellen almost at thy dores , Thou herest ...
... hast no tydynges Of Lovës folke , yf they be glade , Ne of noght ellës that God made ; And noght oonly fro fer contree , That ther no tydyng cometh to thec , Not of thy verray neyghëbores , That dwellen almost at thy dores , Thou herest ...
الصفحة 42
Thomas Humphry Ward. In som recompensacioun Of labour and devocioun That thou hast had , loo ! causëles , To Cupido the rechchëles . PROLOGUE TO THE LEGENDE OF GOODE WOMEN . [ The poet loves books , but loves the daisy more . ] And as ...
Thomas Humphry Ward. In som recompensacioun Of labour and devocioun That thou hast had , loo ! causëles , To Cupido the rechchëles . PROLOGUE TO THE LEGENDE OF GOODE WOMEN . [ The poet loves books , but loves the daisy more . ] And as ...
الصفحة 46
... hast of love suche peyne , My lady comith , that al this may disteyne . Hero , Dido , Laudomia , alle yfere1 , And Phillis , hangyng for thy Demophoun , And Canace , espied by thy chere2 , Ysiphile betraysed with Jasoun , Maketh of your ...
... hast of love suche peyne , My lady comith , that al this may disteyne . Hero , Dido , Laudomia , alle yfere1 , And Phillis , hangyng for thy Demophoun , And Canace , espied by thy chere2 , Ysiphile betraysed with Jasoun , Maketh of your ...
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الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 449 - 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.
الصفحة xxxix - 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.
الصفحة xxxviii - For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that ; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
الصفحة 347 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies : How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries?
الصفحة 485 - 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.
الصفحة 461 - 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...
الصفحة 456 - tis true, I have gone here and there, And made myself a motley to the view, Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear, Made old offences of affections new.
الصفحة xiii - The future of poetry is immense, because in poetry, where it is worthy of its high destinies, our race, as time goes on, will find an ever surer and surer stay. There is not a creed which is not shaken, not an accredited dogma which is not shown to be questionable, not a received tradition which does not threaten to dissolve.
الصفحة 461 - Under the greenwood tree * Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither : Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.* JAQ.