The English poets, selections, ed. by T.H. Ward. Chaucer to DonneThomas Humphry Ward 1880 |
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... herte and al his woo ; And sworn so depë to hire to be trewe For wele or woo , and chaungë for noo newe , And as a fals lover so wel kan pleyne That sely Dido rewed on his peyne , And toke him for housbonde , and was his wife For ...
... herte and al his woo ; And sworn so depë to hire to be trewe For wele or woo , and chaungë for noo newe , And as a fals lover so wel kan pleyne That sely Dido rewed on his peyne , And toke him for housbonde , and was his wife For ...
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... hertë stere3 ; That with a look his herte wex a feere , That , he that now was moost in pride above , Wex sodeynly most subgit unto love . 4 Forthy ensaumple taketh of this man , Ye wisë , proude , and worthy folkës alle , To scornen ...
... hertë stere3 ; That with a look his herte wex a feere , That , he that now was moost in pride above , Wex sodeynly most subgit unto love . 4 Forthy ensaumple taketh of this man , Ye wisë , proude , and worthy folkës alle , To scornen ...
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... hertë may to - breste * , And she nought love ayeyn , but if hire leste . But as she sat allon and thoughte thus , Ascry aroos at scarmich 5 al withoute , And men cried in the street , ' Se Troilus Hath right now put to flyght the ...
... hertë may to - breste * , And she nought love ayeyn , but if hire leste . But as she sat allon and thoughte thus , Ascry aroos at scarmich 5 al withoute , And men cried in the street , ' Se Troilus Hath right now put to flyght the ...
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... herte synken , That to hire self she seyde , ' Who yaf me drynken ' ? ' 1 where . at foot's pace . 2 as though it were a lucky day for him . who has given me a love - potion ? For of hire owen thought she wex al rede , CHAUCER . 21.
... herte synken , That to hire self she seyde , ' Who yaf me drynken ' ? ' 1 where . at foot's pace . 2 as though it were a lucky day for him . who has given me a love - potion ? For of hire owen thought she wex al rede , CHAUCER . 21.
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... hertë for to myne ; For which by proces , and by goode servyse , He gat hire love , and in no sodeyn wyse . * 2y - thé : succeed , prosper . 1 pity . [ Troylus ' long courtship is at last rewarded with 22 THE ENGLISH POETS .
... hertë for to myne ; For which by proces , and by goode servyse , He gat hire love , and in no sodeyn wyse . * 2y - thé : succeed , prosper . 1 pity . [ Troylus ' long courtship is at last rewarded with 22 THE ENGLISH POETS .
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appears arms ballads beauty better blood born bring cause Chaucer Court dead dear death delight desire doth earth Elizabethan English eyes face fair fall fear fire follow fortune give gold grace green hand hath head hear heart heaven hold honour hope Italy king lady language learned leave less light lines live look Lord lovers master mind nature never night passed passion play pleasure poems poet poetical poetry praise Queen rest rich Robin Hood seems sense Sidney sight sing sleep sometimes song sonnets soon soul spring Stella story strong sweet tell thair thee thing thou thought true truth turn unto Venus verse virtue worth write written young
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الصفحة 459 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
الصفحة 449 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
الصفحة 448 - When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope...
الصفحة 450 - 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.
الصفحة 485 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
الصفحة 458 - Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise.
الصفحة 450 - So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain* jewels in the carcanet.
الصفحة xiii - THE future of poetry is immense, because in poetry, where it is worthy of its high destinies, our race, as time goes on, will find an ever surer and surer stay. There is not a creed which is not shaken, not an accredited dogma which is not shown to be questionable, not a received tradition which does not threaten to dissolve.
الصفحة 347 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies : How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries?
الصفحة 423 - Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet: Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye?