Chaucer to BurnsWilliam James Linton C. Scribner's Sons, 1883 |
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الصفحة xxii
... Golden Age . And there imagi- nation loves to picture the poet , grave but genial , with his eyes cast down , dreamy but observant , —a manly , scholarly , courtly , gracious gentleman . It was thus that he appeared to Akenside when he ...
... Golden Age . And there imagi- nation loves to picture the poet , grave but genial , with his eyes cast down , dreamy but observant , —a manly , scholarly , courtly , gracious gentleman . It was thus that he appeared to Akenside when he ...
الصفحة xxvi
... Golden Targe , The Dance of the Seven Deadly Sins , The Two Married Women and the Widow , The Devil's Inquest , A Win- ter's Walk , and The Merle and the Nightingale . Doug- las , scholar and prelate , wrote The Palice of Honour , Kind ...
... Golden Targe , The Dance of the Seven Deadly Sins , The Two Married Women and the Widow , The Devil's Inquest , A Win- ter's Walk , and The Merle and the Nightingale . Doug- las , scholar and prelate , wrote The Palice of Honour , Kind ...
الصفحة 32
... golden hair In the ocean billows he hath bathèd fair , Descended to the river's open viewing , With a great train ensuing : Above the rest were goodly to be seen Two gentle Knights of lovely face and feature Beseeming well the bower of ...
... golden hair In the ocean billows he hath bathèd fair , Descended to the river's open viewing , With a great train ensuing : Above the rest were goodly to be seen Two gentle Knights of lovely face and feature Beseeming well the bower of ...
الصفحة 35
... golden beam upon the hills doth spread , Having dispersed the night's uncheerful damp , Do ye awake , and with fresh lustihed Go to the bower of my beloved Love , My truest turtle - dove ! Bid her awake ! for Hymen is awake , And long ...
... golden beam upon the hills doth spread , Having dispersed the night's uncheerful damp , Do ye awake , and with fresh lustihed Go to the bower of my beloved Love , My truest turtle - dove ! Bid her awake ! for Hymen is awake , And long ...
الصفحة 39
... golden wire , Sprinkled with pearl , and pearling flowers atween , Do like a golden mantle her attire ; And being crowned with a garland green , Seem like some maiden Queen . Her modest eyes , abashed to behold . So many gazers as on ...
... golden wire , Sprinkled with pearl , and pearling flowers atween , Do like a golden mantle her attire ; And being crowned with a garland green , Seem like some maiden Queen . Her modest eyes , abashed to behold . So many gazers as on ...
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
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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.