The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by Various Writers and a General Introduction, Volume 1Macmillan, 1895 - English poetry |
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... me , that your misery toucheth me not , neither doth the flame of this fire strike me .'- Inferno , ii . 91-3 . 5 In His will is our peace .'- Paradiso , iii . 85 . Take of Shakespeare a line or two of Henry the XXVI THE ENGLISH POETS .
... me , that your misery toucheth me not , neither doth the flame of this fire strike me .'- Inferno , ii . 91-3 . 5 In His will is our peace .'- Paradiso , iii . 85 . Take of Shakespeare a line or two of Henry the XXVI THE ENGLISH POETS .
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... doth yit ; For this trowe I ye knowen alle and some , Men reden not that folk han gretter wit Than thei that hath ben most with love ynome " ; And strengest folk ben therwith overcome , The worthiest and the grettest of degree ; This ...
... doth yit ; For this trowe I ye knowen alle and some , Men reden not that folk han gretter wit Than thei that hath ben most with love ynome " ; And strengest folk ben therwith overcome , The worthiest and the grettest of degree ; This ...
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... doth hym escapen1 , And from his deth is brought in sykernesse ; For al this world , in swich present gladnesse Was Troilus , and hath his lady swete : With worsë hap God lat us nevere mete ! * * * * In suffisaunce , in blisse , and in ...
... doth hym escapen1 , And from his deth is brought in sykernesse ; For al this world , in swich present gladnesse Was Troilus , and hath his lady swete : With worsë hap God lat us nevere mete ! * * * * In suffisaunce , in blisse , and in ...
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... doth in vertu for to dwelle ! Bynd this acorde , that I have told and telle ! ' That , that the world , with faith which that is stable , Dyverseth so , his stoundës concordynge ; - That elementz , that ben so discordable , Holden a ...
... doth in vertu for to dwelle ! Bynd this acorde , that I have told and telle ! ' That , that the world , with faith which that is stable , Dyverseth so , his stoundës concordynge ; - That elementz , that ben so discordable , Holden a ...
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... doth me boote . ' And haidyly , this wynd that moore and moore Thus stoundemele 2 encresseth in my face , Is of my ladys depë sykës sore ; I preve it thus , for in noon other place Of al this town , save oonly in this space , Feele I no ...
... doth me boote . ' And haidyly , this wynd that moore and moore Thus stoundemele 2 encresseth in my face , Is of my ladys depë sykës sore ; I preve it thus , for in noon other place Of al this town , save oonly in this space , Feele I no ...
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Page 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.
Page 456 - 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 450 - ... 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. So is the time that keeps you as my chest, Or as the wardrobe which the robe doth hide, To make some special instant special blest, By new unfolding his imprison'd pride.
Page 457 - If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Page 416 - With coral clasps and amber studs; And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Page 459 - 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.
Page 292 - Crosse he bore, The deare remembrance of his dying Lord, For whose sweete sake that glorious badge he wore, And dead as living ever him ador'd: Upon his shield the like was also scor'd...
Page 228 - There lived a wife at Usher's Well, And a wealthy wife was she; She had three stout and stalwart sons, And sent them o'er the sea. They hadna been a week from her, A week but barely ane, When word came to the carline wife That her three sons were gane.
Page 450 - 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. 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.
Page 490 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with age 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.