English Verse: The early lyrics to ShakespeareWilliam Peacock Oxford University Press, 1928 - American poetry |
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... thought and werk . He was also a lerned man , a clerk , That Cristes gospel trewely wolde preche ; His parisshens devoutly wolde he teche . Benigne he was , and wonder diligent , And in adversitee ful pacient ; Persoun . And swich he ...
... thought and werk . He was also a lerned man , a clerk , That Cristes gospel trewely wolde preche ; His parisshens devoutly wolde he teche . Benigne he was , and wonder diligent , And in adversitee ful pacient ; Persoun . And swich he ...
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... thought it was noght worth to make it wys , And graunted him withouten more avys , And bad him seye his verdit , as him leste . ' Lordinges , ' quod he , now herkneth for the beste ; But tak it not , I prey yow , in desdeyn ; This is ...
... thought it was noght worth to make it wys , And graunted him withouten more avys , And bad him seye his verdit , as him leste . ' Lordinges , ' quod he , now herkneth for the beste ; But tak it not , I prey yow , in desdeyn ; This is ...
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... thought his dreem nas but a vanitee . Thus twyës in his sleping dremed he . And atte thridde tyme yet his felawe Cam , as him thoughte , and seide , " I am now slawe ; Bihold my blody woundes , depe and wyde ! Arys up early in the morwe ...
... thought his dreem nas but a vanitee . Thus twyës in his sleping dremed he . And atte thridde tyme yet his felawe Cam , as him thoughte , and seide , " I am now slawe ; Bihold my blody woundes , depe and wyde ! Arys up early in the morwe ...
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... thought that he shold poyson beye , With which he might sleen his felawes tweye ; For - why the feend fond him in swich lyvinge , That he had leve him to sorwe bringe , For this was outrely his fulle entente To sleen hem bothe , and ...
... thought that he shold poyson beye , With which he might sleen his felawes tweye ; For - why the feend fond him in swich lyvinge , That he had leve him to sorwe bringe , For this was outrely his fulle entente To sleen hem bothe , and ...
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... thought it wronge , I knew it as well as I dyd my crede , But for lack of mony I could not spede . Then hyed I me to Belynsgate ; And one cryed , ' Hoo ! go we hence ! ' I prayed a barge - man , for God's sake , That he wold spare me my ...
... thought it wronge , I knew it as well as I dyd my crede , But for lack of mony I could not spede . Then hyed I me to Belynsgate ; And one cryed , ' Hoo ! go we hence ! ' I prayed a barge - man , for God's sake , That he wold spare me my ...
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Page 421 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought...
Page 381 - No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear? Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice And could of men distinguish, her election Hath seal'd thee for herself...
Page 3 - Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth Inspired hath in every holt and heeth The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne Hath in the Ram his halfe cours y-ronne, And smale fowles maken melodye, That slepen al the night with open ye, 10 (So priketh hem nature in hir corages): Than longen folk to goon on pilgrimages...
Page 382 - And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin, hors'd Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Page 420 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Page 360 - No matter where ; — of comfort no man speak : Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs ; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth.
Page 400 - My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs: She swore, in faith, twas strange, 'twas passing strange, Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful: She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man...
Page 382 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, 'With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here. But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come...
Page 425 - Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'ersways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower ? O, how shall summer's honey breath hold out Against the wreckful siege of battering days.
Page 349 - O, for a muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention ! A kingdom for a stage, princes to act, And monarchs to behold the swelling scene ! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars ; and, at his heels, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword, and fire, Crouch for employment.