Chaucer to BurnsWilliam James Linton C. Scribner's Sons, 1883 |
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الصفحة v
... appears to be authentic in it is that he lived in the seventh century , and was a tenant on some abbey lands at Whitby . He was so much less instruct- ed than his equals , Wright tells us , that he had not even learned any poetry , and ...
... appears to be authentic in it is that he lived in the seventh century , and was a tenant on some abbey lands at Whitby . He was so much less instruct- ed than his equals , Wright tells us , that he had not even learned any poetry , and ...
الصفحة xiv
... appear to have been acted by priests in the interior of churches on holy days , but the churches soon proving too small to hold the crowds that thronged to witness them , they were acted upon scaffoldings erected outside . By the middle ...
... appear to have been acted by priests in the interior of churches on holy days , but the churches soon proving too small to hold the crowds that thronged to witness them , they were acted upon scaffoldings erected outside . By the middle ...
الصفحة xx
... appear dignified , and they added stings to the petulant wrath of Byron . The succession of hands through which they passed after leaving the loving heart of Chaucer robbed them of their ease , and strength , and simplicity long before ...
... appear dignified , and they added stings to the petulant wrath of Byron . The succession of hands through which they passed after leaving the loving heart of Chaucer robbed them of their ease , and strength , and simplicity long before ...
الصفحة xxiv
... appears to have known person- ally , wrote largely upon a variety of topics , his chief work being a poem entitled De Regimine Principum . It is a free version of a Latin treatise with that title , and is written in Chaucer's stanza . A ...
... appears to have known person- ally , wrote largely upon a variety of topics , his chief work being a poem entitled De Regimine Principum . It is a free version of a Latin treatise with that title , and is written in Chaucer's stanza . A ...
الصفحة 17
... You know , if I appear untrue , It was in too much praising you . And though this judge do make such haste To shed with shame my guiltless blood , Yet let your pity first be placed To save the I. - 2 GEORGE GASCOIGNE . 141 17.
... You know , if I appear untrue , It was in too much praising you . And though this judge do make such haste To shed with shame my guiltless blood , Yet let your pity first be placed To save the I. - 2 GEORGE GASCOIGNE . 141 17.
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Ae fond kiss Æneid beauty bel ami BEN JONSON birds bless'd blushing bonnie breast breath bright Chaucer cheeks CLORINDA Corydon crown Cuckoo dear death delight divine dost doth earth eyes fair fate fear fire flame flowers FRANCIS BEAUMONT FRANCIS DAVISON GILES FLETCHER glory golden grace grief hair hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly JEAN ELLIOT joys King kiss Lady light lilies lips live look Love is dead Love's lovers Lycidas Maid melancholy merry mind Mistress Muse N'oserez-vous ne'er never night nonny nought numbers Nymphs o'er pity play pleasure poems poet praise Queen RICHARD BROME roses shade shepherds shine sigh sight sing sleep smile song sonnets sorrow soul Spring stars sweet tears Tell thine thing thou art thought Tottel's Miscellany true love unto verse virtue WALTER DAVISON weep wind wings wither woods wooing o't wrote
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 109 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
الصفحة 227 - Going to the Wars TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True; a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such, As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
الصفحة 106 - Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! &c.
الصفحة 263 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
الصفحة 264 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame...
الصفحة 104 - 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.
الصفحة 290 - ... eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire ? And what shoulder and what art Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And, when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand and what dread feet? What the hammer? What the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? What dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears, And water'd heaven with...
الصفحة 206 - Hermes, or unsphere The spirit of Plato, to unfold What worlds or what vast regions hold The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook...
الصفحة 111 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
الصفحة 129 - 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.