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... Pleasure Springtime ( c . 1300 ) . 22 Ubi sunt qui ante nos fuerunt ? ( c . 1350 ) 23 The Mariage betwene Graunde Amour and Labell Pucell .. . . . . . 86 JOHN SKELTON ( 1460 ? -1529 ) THE AGE OF CHAUCER WILLIAM LANGLAND ? ( 1332 ? -1400 ...
... Pleasure Springtime ( c . 1300 ) . 22 Ubi sunt qui ante nos fuerunt ? ( c . 1350 ) 23 The Mariage betwene Graunde Amour and Labell Pucell .. . . . . . 86 JOHN SKELTON ( 1460 ? -1529 ) THE AGE OF CHAUCER WILLIAM LANGLAND ? ( 1332 ? -1400 ...
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... pleasure led , Men knelt unto their sway ; 6 They bore themselves full haughty and high ; And in the twinkling of an eye Their souls were lost for aye . Where is that laughing and that song , That swaggering step that strode along , The ...
... pleasure led , Men knelt unto their sway ; 6 They bore themselves full haughty and high ; And in the twinkling of an eye Their souls were lost for aye . Where is that laughing and that song , That swaggering step that strode along , The ...
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... in a life of delightful pleasure 26 land 27 what fate has brought my jewel hither ' put me in this grief 29 since we were drawn apart and separated possessor of jewels 30 28 XXII 1 That juel thenne in gemmez gente Vered up 48 PEARL.
... in a life of delightful pleasure 26 land 27 what fate has brought my jewel hither ' put me in this grief 29 since we were drawn apart and separated possessor of jewels 30 28 XXII 1 That juel thenne in gemmez gente Vered up 48 PEARL.
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... pleasure 10 11 17 pleased Jason , who saw his father old , Upon Medea made so bold - Of magic art she knew , in sooth And prays her that his father's youth She would bring back again as new . And she , that was to him full true ...
... pleasure 10 11 17 pleased Jason , who saw his father old , Upon Medea made so bold - Of magic art she knew , in sooth And prays her that his father's youth She would bring back again as new . And she , that was to him full true ...
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... pleasure en bon point , fleshy 15 bids edged 21 7 6 8 205 Hise eyen stepe1 and rollynge in his heed , That stemed 2 as a forneys of a leed ; 3 His bootes souple , his hors in greet estaat . Now certeinly he was a fair prelaat . He was ...
... pleasure en bon point , fleshy 15 bids edged 21 7 6 8 205 Hise eyen stepe1 and rollynge in his heed , That stemed 2 as a forneys of a leed ; 3 His bootes souple , his hors in greet estaat . Now certeinly he was a fair prelaat . He was ...
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Page 447 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While throng'd the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips — »The foe! They come! they come!« And wild and high the 'Cameron's gathering...
Page 450 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, •To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll!
Page 210 - I know they are as lively, and as vigorously productive, as those fabulous dragon's teeth ; and being sown up and down, may chance to spring up armed men. And yet, on the other hand, unless wariness be used, as good almost kill a man as kill a good book. Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image ; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were in the eye.
Page 551 - ... rim. Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster let fall, Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all, Stood up in the stirrup, leaned, patted his ear, Called my Roland his pet-name, my horse without peer ; Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise, bad or good, Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood. And all I remember is, friends flocking round As I sat with his head 'twixt my knees on the ground; And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine, As I poured down his...
Page 475 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Page 463 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!
Page 393 - The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest, Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast: — Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise...
Page 476 - To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Page 551 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track, And one eye's black intelligence — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance; And the thick heavy spume-flakes, which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris, "Stay spur! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her; "We'll remember at Aix...
Page 402 - The Sun now rose upon the right : Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariners...