The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by Various Writers and a General Introduction, Volume 1Macmillan, 1895 - 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 rowe Right for despit , and shoop for to ben wroken . He kydde9 ...
... 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 rowe Right for despit , and shoop for to ben wroken . He kydde9 ...
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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.