Specimens of the British Poets: Chaucer, 1400, to Beaumont, 1628Thomas Campbell John Murray, 1819 |
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الصفحة iv
... noble Knight , my true Friend SIR PHILIP SYDNEY To Sleep ( from the Arcadia ) Sonnets ROBERT GREENE Jealousy ( from Tully's Love ) Dorastus on Fawnia CONTENTS . CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE The passionate Shepherd to his Love.
... noble Knight , my true Friend SIR PHILIP SYDNEY To Sleep ( from the Arcadia ) Sonnets ROBERT GREENE Jealousy ( from Tully's Love ) Dorastus on Fawnia CONTENTS . CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE The passionate Shepherd to his Love.
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... noble mind would wish to pay for liberty ; but before we blame Chau- cer for making any confession , we should consider how fair and easy the lessons of uncapitulating for- titude may appear on the outside of prison , and yet how hard ...
... noble mind would wish to pay for liberty ; but before we blame Chau- cer for making any confession , we should consider how fair and easy the lessons of uncapitulating for- titude may appear on the outside of prison , and yet how hard ...
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... noble a pile as West- minster Abbey in architecture . Much of Chaucer's fantastic matter has been judiciously omitted by Pope , who at the same time has clothed the best ideas of the old poem in spirited numbers and expression . Chaucer ...
... noble a pile as West- minster Abbey in architecture . Much of Chaucer's fantastic matter has been judiciously omitted by Pope , who at the same time has clothed the best ideas of the old poem in spirited numbers and expression . Chaucer ...
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... noble armee hadde he be . At mortal batailles hadde he ben fiftene , And foughten for our faith at Tramissène In listès thries , and ay slain his fo . This ilke worthy knight hadde ben alsò Sometime with the Lord of Palatie , Agen ...
... noble armee hadde he be . At mortal batailles hadde he ben fiftene , And foughten for our faith at Tramissène In listès thries , and ay slain his fo . This ilke worthy knight hadde ben alsò Sometime with the Lord of Palatie , Agen ...
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... noble post . Ful wel beloved , and familier was he With frankeleins over all in his contrèe , And eke with worthy wimmen of the toun : For he had power of confession , As saide himselfè , more than a curat , For of his ordre he was ...
... noble post . Ful wel beloved , and familier was he With frankeleins over all in his contrèe , And eke with worthy wimmen of the toun : For he had power of confession , As saide himselfè , more than a curat , For of his ordre he was ...
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Anne Boleyn Anthony Wood appears beauty beauty's behold birds born Chaucer coude court cruel dance death delight disdain doth Earl England England's Helicon English English poetry Euphuism eyes face fair fair ladie Fairy Queen flowers Gabriel Harvey give gold goodly Gorboduc grace greit grief Guyon hair hast hath heart heaven heavenly honour king lady Lady Jane Seymour land light living Lord lute Lyndsay Makyne mind Mirror for Magistrates mony muse never night noble nought pain pleasant poem poet poetical poetry praise Prince Quhen quoth rest richt Robene Saxon Say nay scho Scotland Scottish seem'd shew shining sigh sight sing Sir Thomas Wyatt song SONNET sorrow Spenser spurrit Squyer Surrey Surrey's sweet Sydney Tell thair thame thee ther thine thought unto verses wanton whan wight words Wyatt youth
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الصفحة 283 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth "s unknown, although his height be taken.
الصفحة 160 - Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold; A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
الصفحة 111 - Forget not yet the tried intent Of such a truth as I have meant ; My great travail so gladly spent, Forget not yet ! Forget not yet when first began The weary life ye know, since whan The suit, the service none tell can ; Forget not yet ! Forget not yet the great assays, The cruel wrong...
الصفحة 122 - The turtle to her make hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings; The fishes flete with new repaired scale.
الصفحة 235 - With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin : All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love ! has she done this to thee ? What shall, alas ! become of me...
الصفحة 340 - So high in thoughts as I : You left a kiss Upon these lips then, which I mean to keep From you for ever. I did hear you talk Far above singing ! After you were gone, I grew acquainted with my heart, and search'd What stirr'd it so : Alas ! I found it love ; Yet far from lust ; for could I but have lived In presence of you, I had had my end.
الصفحة 219 - Tell zeal it lacks devotion, Tell love it is but lust, Tell time it is but motion, Tell flesh it is but dust ; And wish them not reply, For thou must give the lie.
الصفحة 283 - When summer's breath their masked buds discloses : But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made : And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth, When that shall fade, my verse distils your truth.
الصفحة 20 - And bathed every veyne in swich licour. Of which vertu engendred is the flour; Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth Inspired hath in every holt and heeth The tendre croppes...
الصفحة 283 - 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. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses ; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves.