Specimens of the British Poets: Chaucer, 1400, to Beaumont, 1628Thomas Campbell John Murray, 1819 |
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الصفحة 9
... 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 it may be to read ...
... 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 it may be to read ...
الصفحة 18
... wishes him to sing of other sub- jects than love and blind Cupido , ' and has therefore ordered , that Dan Chaucer should be brought to behold the House of Fame . In Pope , the philoso- phy of fame comes with much more propriety from ...
... wishes him to sing of other sub- jects than love and blind Cupido , ' and has therefore ordered , that Dan Chaucer should be brought to behold the House of Fame . In Pope , the philoso- phy of fame comes with much more propriety from ...
الصفحة 110
... withred and old , In winter nights that are so cold , Playning in vain unto the moon ; Thy wishes then dare not be told : Care then who list ! for I have done . And then may chaunce thee to repent The time that 110 SIR THOMAS WYATT .
... withred and old , In winter nights that are so cold , Playning in vain unto the moon ; Thy wishes then dare not be told : Care then who list ! for I have done . And then may chaunce thee to repent The time that 110 SIR THOMAS WYATT .
الصفحة 111
... wish and want , as I have done . Now cease , my lute ! this is the last Labour that thou and I shall waste , And ended is that I begun ; Now is this song both sung and past : My lute ! be still , for I have done . FROM HIS SONGS AND ...
... wish and want , as I have done . Now cease , my lute ! this is the last Labour that thou and I shall waste , And ended is that I begun ; Now is this song both sung and past : My lute ! be still , for I have done . FROM HIS SONGS AND ...
الصفحة 123
... wish for his destruction . He could not be jealous of his intentions to marry the Princess Mary - that fable is disproved by the dis- covery of Surrey's widow having survived him . Nor is it likely that the king dreaded him as an enemy ...
... wish for his destruction . He could not be jealous of his intentions to marry the Princess Mary - that fable is disproved by the dis- covery of Surrey's widow having survived him . Nor is it likely that the king dreaded him as an enemy ...
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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.