Early English Poems, Chaucer to Pope: Chiefly Unabridged; Illustrated with Upwards of Two Hundred Engravings on Wood, from Drawings by Eminent ArtistsS. Low, son, and Company, 1863 - 308 من الصفحات |
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... thee late a rosy wreath . See the chariot at hand here of love . You meaner beauties of the night Think not , ' cause men flatt'ring say The proclamation made for May Sweet country life The heifer , cow , and ox draw near . I love the ...
... thee late a rosy wreath . See the chariot at hand here of love . You meaner beauties of the night Think not , ' cause men flatt'ring say The proclamation made for May Sweet country life The heifer , cow , and ox draw near . I love the ...
الصفحة 47
... thee , That both in youth and eild , and every hour , The love of God most dear to man suld be ; That him , of nought , wrought like his own figour , And died himself , fro ' dead him to succour ; O , whether was kythit there true love ...
... thee , That both in youth and eild , and every hour , The love of God most dear to man suld be ; That him , of nought , wrought like his own figour , And died himself , fro ' dead him to succour ; O , whether was kythit there true love ...
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... thee wrought , The Nightingale sang , Man , love the Lord most dear , That thee and all this world made of nought . The Merle said , Love him that thy love has sought Fro ' heaven to earth , and here took flesh and bone . The ...
... thee wrought , The Nightingale sang , Man , love the Lord most dear , That thee and all this world made of nought . The Merle said , Love him that thy love has sought Fro ' heaven to earth , and here took flesh and bone . The ...
الصفحة 53
... have I found out for thy sake , Strings for to string my Lute again : And if perchance this silly rhyme , Do make thee blush at any time , Blame not my Lute . 33 53 REFLECTIONS , WHILE A PRISONER IN WINDSOR . BY HENRY.
... have I found out for thy sake , Strings for to string my Lute again : And if perchance this silly rhyme , Do make thee blush at any time , Blame not my Lute . 33 53 REFLECTIONS , WHILE A PRISONER IN WINDSOR . BY HENRY.
الصفحة 59
... by Eminent Artists. " I CANNOT EAT BUT LITTLE MEAT . " Back and side go bare , go bare ; Both foot and hand go cold ; But , belly , God send thee good ale enough , Whether it be new or old . 59 59 I love no roast but a nut - brown toast.
... by Eminent Artists. " I CANNOT EAT BUT LITTLE MEAT . " Back and side go bare , go bare ; Both foot and hand go cold ; But , belly , God send thee good ale enough , Whether it be new or old . 59 59 I love no roast but a nut - brown toast.
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عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
a-Maying ABRAHAM COWLEY afterwards anon beauties became Ben Jonson birds BIRKET FOSTER BOUNTIFUL RATE brave old house breast CANTERBURY CANTERBURY TALES cause dance death delight died doth E. M. WIMPERIS Earl earth educated at Cambridge educated at Oxford eyes fair fairy fayre flowers FRANCIS QUARLES GEORGE WITHER GILES FLETCHER give glory grace green hath heart heaven hire honour hounds JAMES SHIRLEY JOHN GILBERT king L'ALLEGRO lady land live Lord lovers lulla lusty Lute maids Merle merry mind mirth music's neighbours never night Nightingale nought o'er old cap old courtier pale play poems poets poor prison PROLOGUE queen RICHARD LOVELACE ROBERT HERRICK ROBIN GOODFELLOW SAMUEL DANIEL Seint SHAKSPEARE shepherd sing SIR JOHN SUCKLING sleep song soul sport spring sweet swiche Tell thee ther therto thing Thy presence unto wanton Wel coude Westminster Abbey whan wine wolde young courtier youth
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 154 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against Fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
الصفحة 180 - Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade. Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide: There like a bird it sits, and sings, Then whets and claps its silver wings; And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light.
الصفحة 107 - 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 126 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
الصفحة 142 - WHY so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
الصفحة 181 - TWAS at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son: Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate On his imperial throne...
الصفحة 134 - Get up, get up for shame ! the blooming morn Upon her wings presents the god unshorn. See how Aurora throws her fair Fresh-quilted colours through the air: Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herb and tree. Each flower has wept, and bow'd toward the east. Above an hour since ; yet you not drest, Nay ! not so much as out of bed ? When all the birds have matins said, And sung their thankful hymns : 'tis sin, Nay, profanation, to keep in, — Whenas a thousand virgins on this day,...
الصفحة 61 - 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 ? Sure, if that long-with-love-acquainted eyes Can judge of love, thou feel'st a lover's case ; I read it in thy looks ; thy languisht grace To me, that feel the like, thy state descries...
الصفحة 21 - PERSOUN of a toun ; But riche he was of holy thought and werk. He was also a lerned man, a clerk, That Cristes gospel trewely wolde preche ; His parisshens devoutly wolde he teche.
الصفحة 101 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere ; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green.