Chaucer to BurnsWilliam James Linton C. Scribner's Sons, 1883 |
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الصفحة vi
... sleep a stranger came to him , and said , " Cadmon , sing . " And he answered , “ I know nothing to sing , for my incapacity in this respect was the cause of my leaving the hall to come hither . " " Nay , " said the stranger , " but ...
... sleep a stranger came to him , and said , " Cadmon , sing . " And he answered , “ I know nothing to sing , for my incapacity in this respect was the cause of my leaving the hall to come hither . " " Nay , " said the stranger , " but ...
الصفحة xii
... sleep I slake , For her love all night I wake ; For her love mourning I make More than any man . " If Campbell had not stripped this of its antiquated spelling one might approximate its date , but as it stands it would be rash to do so ...
... sleep I slake , For her love all night I wake ; For her love mourning I make More than any man . " If Campbell had not stripped this of its antiquated spelling one might approximate its date , but as it stands it would be rash to do so ...
الصفحة xxiv
... sleeps the sleep of the just . Lydgate , another con- temporary of Chaucer , a monk in the Benedictine mon- astery of Bury St. Edmunds , was an indefatigable versifier . The names of two hundred and fifty - one of his productions will ...
... sleeps the sleep of the just . Lydgate , another con- temporary of Chaucer , a monk in the Benedictine mon- astery of Bury St. Edmunds , was an indefatigable versifier . The names of two hundred and fifty - one of his productions will ...
الصفحة xlviii
... Sleep !. True Beauty ... 135 136 136 137 137 138 138 139 139 GILES FLETCHER : World - Glory's Wooing Song .... 140 JOHN FORD : Dirge No more Shadows . Ι4Ι 142 142 143 Comforts lasting .. NATHANIEL FIELD : Matin Song ... UNCERTAIN ...
... Sleep !. True Beauty ... 135 136 136 137 137 138 138 139 139 GILES FLETCHER : World - Glory's Wooing Song .... 140 JOHN FORD : Dirge No more Shadows . Ι4Ι 142 142 143 Comforts lasting .. NATHANIEL FIELD : Matin Song ... UNCERTAIN ...
الصفحة xlix
... Sleep ....... GEORGE HERBERT : The Virtuous Soul Constancy The Pulley . FRANCIS QUARLES : World's Falseness ... HENRY KING : 156 159 160 161 162 163 164 165 166 167 167 168 168 168 169 170 171 The Dirge 172 The Forfeiture to his Wife ...
... Sleep ....... GEORGE HERBERT : The Virtuous Soul Constancy The Pulley . FRANCIS QUARLES : World's Falseness ... HENRY KING : 156 159 160 161 162 163 164 165 166 167 167 168 168 168 169 170 171 The Dirge 172 The Forfeiture to his Wife ...
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.