Chaucer to BurnsWilliam James Linton C. Scribner's Sons, 1883 |
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الصفحة 24
... hope upon delights , It is but mere deceit . And therefore , my sweet Muse ! Thou know'st what help is best : Do now thy heavenly cunning use To set my heart at rest ! And in a dream bewray What fate shall be my friend : Whether my life ...
... hope upon delights , It is but mere deceit . And therefore , my sweet Muse ! Thou know'st what help is best : Do now thy heavenly cunning use To set my heart at rest ! And in a dream bewray What fate shall be my friend : Whether my life ...
الصفحة 46
... hope of this : And cease till then our timely joys to sing , The woods no more us answer , nor our echo ring ! SONG ! made in lieu of many ornaments With which my Love should duly have been deck'd , Which cutting off through hasty ...
... hope of this : And cease till then our timely joys to sing , The woods no more us answer , nor our echo ring ! SONG ! made in lieu of many ornaments With which my Love should duly have been deck'd , Which cutting off through hasty ...
الصفحة 58
... hope doth only aspire , World of my wealth , and heaven of my delight : Why dost thou spend the treasures of thy spright , With voice more fit to wed Amphion's lyre , Seeking to quench in me the noble fire Fed by thy worth , and blinded ...
... hope doth only aspire , World of my wealth , and heaven of my delight : Why dost thou spend the treasures of thy spright , With voice more fit to wed Amphion's lyre , Seeking to quench in me the noble fire Fed by thy worth , and blinded ...
الصفحة 66
... hope of undeservèd gain Hath made me paint in verses mine annoy ; But for thy pleasure , that thou might'st enjoy Thy beauty's sight , in glasses of my pain . See then Thyself , though me thou wilt not hear , By looking on my verse ...
... hope of undeservèd gain Hath made me paint in verses mine annoy ; But for thy pleasure , that thou might'st enjoy Thy beauty's sight , in glasses of my pain . See then Thyself , though me thou wilt not hear , By looking on my verse ...
الصفحة 70
... back then would fawn in hope of meed : Such life to lead were perfect life indeed . But nowadays desire of worldly pelf With all estates makes 70 HUMFREY GIFFORD . PAGE 16 16 HUMFREY GIFFORD: In the praise of Friendship......
... back then would fawn in hope of meed : Such life to lead were perfect life indeed . But nowadays desire of worldly pelf With all estates makes 70 HUMFREY GIFFORD . PAGE 16 16 HUMFREY GIFFORD: In the praise of Friendship......
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.