The English Poets: SelectionsThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1880 |
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... sall I think , allace ! quhat reverence Sall I minister to your excellence . 1 enable . 2 pride lit. menace . s token . Giff ye a goddesse be , and that ye like 134 THE ENGLISH POETS .
... sall I think , allace ! quhat reverence Sall I minister to your excellence . 1 enable . 2 pride lit. menace . s token . Giff ye a goddesse be , and that ye like 134 THE ENGLISH POETS .
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... Sall nocht availl ane myte , I underta " : I put the case , I had bene deid or slane And syne my skyn bene stoppit 12 full of stra , Thocht thow had found my figure lyand swa , Because it bair the prent of my persoun , Thow suld for ...
... Sall nocht availl ane myte , I underta " : I put the case , I had bene deid or slane And syne my skyn bene stoppit 12 full of stra , Thocht thow had found my figure lyand swa , Because it bair the prent of my persoun , Thow suld for ...
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Selections Thomas Humphry Ward. ' For thy trespas thow sall mak na defence , My nobil persoun thus to vilipend ; Of thy feiris , nor thy awin negligence , 3 For to excuse , thow can na cause pretend ; Thairfoir thow suffer sall ane ...
Selections Thomas Humphry Ward. ' For thy trespas thow sall mak na defence , My nobil persoun thus to vilipend ; Of thy feiris , nor thy awin negligence , 3 For to excuse , thow can na cause pretend ; Thairfoir thow suffer sall ane ...
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... sall me bute ? quha sall my bandis brek ? Quha sall me put fra pane of this presoun ? ' — Be he had mide this lamentatioun , Throw aventure 10 the lytill Mous come neir , And of the Lyoun hard the pietuous beir11 . And suddandlie it ...
... sall me bute ? quha sall my bandis brek ? Quha sall me put fra pane of this presoun ? ' — Be he had mide this lamentatioun , Throw aventure 10 the lytill Mous come neir , And of the Lyoun hard the pietuous beir11 . And suddandlie it ...
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... sall thou haue ane realme , thair sall thou ryng3 , And wed to spous the dochtir of a kyng . Thy weping and thi teris do away , Quhilk thou makis for thi luifit Crewsay : For I , the nece of mychty Dardanus , And guide dochtir vnto the ...
... sall thou haue ane realme , thair sall thou ryng3 , And wed to spous the dochtir of a kyng . Thy weping and thi teris do away , Quhilk thou makis for thi luifit Crewsay : For I , the nece of mychty Dardanus , And guide dochtir vnto the ...
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Aeneid Astrophel and Stella ballads beauty Burns Canterbury Tales Chaucer Clerk Saunders death delight doth doun drede Edom English English poetry eyes Faery Queen fair fayre flour flowers Glasgerion gold grace grene gret grete gude hart hast hath heart heaven herte hire honour king lady live Lord lovers Lydgate Lyoun mede mind mony myght never night nocht nought Parlement of Foules Petrarch Piers Plowman poem poet poet's poetical poetry praise Quhat Quhen quhilk quod quoth Robin Robin Hood sall sche scho Scotch seyde shal Sidney sigh sing song sonnets sorwe Spenser stanza Stella suld sweet swete swich thair thay thee ther thing thou thought thow Timor Mortis conturbat Troylus true truth tyme unto Venus verse whan wight wolde words write wyth
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الصفحة xxvii - What though the field be lost? All is not lost; the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield: And what is else not to be overcome?
الصفحة 454 - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live.
الصفحة 462 - Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise.
الصفحة xvii - 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 465 - 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.
الصفحة 494 - Even such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth 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 ! ELIZABETHAN MISCELLANIES.
الصفحة 351 - 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 490 - A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten: In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be thy love.
الصفحة 295 - Behind her farre away a Dwarfe did lag, That lasie seemd, in being ever last, Or wearied with bearing of her bag Of needments at his backe. Thus as they past, The day with cloudes was suddeine overcast, And angry Jove an hideous storme of raine Did poure into his Lemans lap so fast, That everie wight to shrowd it did constrain ; And this faire couple eke to shroud themselves were fain.
الصفحة 427 - Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet: Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye?