The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by Various Writers, Volume 1Macmillan, 1899 - English poetry |
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... Ther nys no woman to him half so mete . ' Such is Dido ; while the grave Trojan , for whom in Virgil the gods are contending , becomes in Chaucer's hands a mere vulgar deceiver , a ' grete gentilman ' indeed to outward seeming , that ...
... Ther nys no woman to him half so mete . ' Such is Dido ; while the grave Trojan , for whom in Virgil the gods are contending , becomes in Chaucer's hands a mere vulgar deceiver , a ' grete gentilman ' indeed to outward seeming , that ...
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... ther dwelleth neither man ne best , With knotty knarry bareyne trees olde Of stubbës scharpe and hidous to byholde In which ther ran a swymbel in a swough . ' These qualities come into view at a first reading of Chaucer ; and why should ...
... ther dwelleth neither man ne best , With knotty knarry bareyne trees olde Of stubbës scharpe and hidous to byholde In which ther ran a swymbel in a swough . ' These qualities come into view at a first reading of Chaucer ; and why should ...
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... ther I lay , Me mette1 thus in my bed al naked , And loked forth , for I was waked With smalë foulës , a grete hepe , That had afrayed me out of slepe , Thorgh noyse and swetnesse of her songe . And as me mette , they sate amonge Upon ...
... ther I lay , Me mette1 thus in my bed al naked , And loked forth , for I was waked With smalë foulës , a grete hepe , That had afrayed me out of slepe , Thorgh noyse and swetnesse of her songe . And as me mette , they sate amonge Upon ...
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... ther wentë many a wyght To herken of Palladyoun servise , And namely so mony a lusty knyght , So many a lady fresshe , and mayden bryght , Ful wele araied , bothë moste and leste , Ye , bothë for the seson and the feeste . Among thise ...
... ther wentë many a wyght To herken of Palladyoun servise , And namely so mony a lusty knyght , So many a lady fresshe , and mayden bryght , Ful wele araied , bothë moste and leste , Ye , bothë for the seson and the feeste . Among thise ...
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... Ther is not oon kan war by other be . ' And with that worde he gan caste up his browe , Ascaunces , lo ! is this nought wysly spoken ? At whiche the God of Love gan loken rowe7 Right for despit , and shoop for to ben wroken . He kydde ...
... Ther is not oon kan war by other be . ' And with that worde he gan caste up his browe , Ascaunces , lo ! is this nought wysly spoken ? At whiche the God of Love gan loken rowe7 Right for despit , and shoop for to ben wroken . He kydde ...
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Page 453 - 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.
Page 460 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Page xxvii - What though the field be lost? All is not lost; the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield: And what is else not to be overcome?
Page 494 - Even such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust ; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days ; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust I ELIZABETHAN MISCELLANIES.
Page 351 - 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?
Page 536 - And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Page 492 - Tell fortune of her blindness ; Tell nature of decay; Tell friendship of unkindness ; Tell justice of delay: And if they will reply, Then give them all the lie. Tell arts they have no soundness, But vary by esteeming ; Tell schools they want profoundness, And stand too much on seeming : If arts and schools reply, Give arts and schools the lie. Tell faith...
Page 377 - Content to live, this is my stay — I seek no more than may suffice; I press to bear no haughty sway; Look, what I lack my mind supplies: Lo! thus I triumph like a king, Content with that my mind doth bring.
Page 456 - Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow, And do not drop in for an after-loss. Ah, do not, when my heart hath 'scaped this sorrow, Come in the rearward of a conquered woe; Give not a windy night a rainy morrow, To linger out a purposed overthrow.
Page xlii - He looks and laughs at a' that. A prince can mak' a belted knight, A marquis, duke, and a' that; But an honest man's aboon his might, Guid faith, he mauna fa' that! For a