The English Poets: SelectionsThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1880 - English poetry |
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... gold dew - drops of speech . ' Johnson misses the point entirely when he finds fault with Dryden . for ascribing to Chaucer the first refinement of our numbers , and says that Gower also can show smooth numbers and easy rhymes . The ...
... gold dew - drops of speech . ' Johnson misses the point entirely when he finds fault with Dryden . for ascribing to Chaucer the first refinement of our numbers , and says that Gower also can show smooth numbers and easy rhymes . The ...
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... a stede bay trapped in stele Covered with cloth of gold diapred wele , Came riding like the god of armës , Mars . His cote - armure was of a cloth of Tars Couched with perles white and round and grete ; His CHAUCER . 9.
... a stede bay trapped in stele Covered with cloth of gold diapred wele , Came riding like the god of armës , Mars . His cote - armure was of a cloth of Tars Couched with perles white and round and grete ; His CHAUCER . 9.
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... gold new ybete ; His mantelet upon his shouldre hanging Bret - ful of rubies red as fyr sparkling ; His crispë heer like ringës was yronne , And that was yelwe and glitered as the sonne ... And as a leon he his looking cast . ' Or such ...
... gold new ybete ; His mantelet upon his shouldre hanging Bret - ful of rubies red as fyr sparkling ; His crispë heer like ringës was yronne , And that was yelwe and glitered as the sonne ... And as a leon he his looking cast . ' Or such ...
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... gold she hadde next her heer , And upon that a whit coroune she beer , With flourouns smale , and [ that ] I shal nat lye , For al the world ryght as a dayësye Ycorouned ys with white levës lyte , So were the flowrouns of hire coroune ...
... gold she hadde next her heer , And upon that a whit coroune she beer , With flourouns smale , and [ that ] I shal nat lye , For al the world ryght as a dayësye Ycorouned ys with white levës lyte , So were the flowrouns of hire coroune ...
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... gold , for hevynesse and wyghte2 ; Therwith me thoght his facë shoon so brighte That wel unnethës myghte I him beholde ; And in his hand me thoghte I saugh him holde Twoo firy dartës , as the gledës * rede , And aungelyke hys wyngës ...
... gold , for hevynesse and wyghte2 ; Therwith me thoght his facë shoon so brighte That wel unnethës myghte I him beholde ; And in his hand me thoghte I saugh him holde Twoo firy dartës , as the gledës * rede , And aungelyke hys wyngës ...
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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 454 - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live.
Page 462 - Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise.
Page xvii - The future of poetry is immense, because in poetry, where it is worthy of its high destinies, our race, as time goes on, will find an ever surer and surer stay. There is not a creed which is not shaken, not an accredited dogma which is not shown to be questionable, not a received tradition which does not threaten to dissolve.
Page 465 - Under the greenwood tree * Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither : Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.* JAQ.
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 ! 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 490 - A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten: In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be thy love.
Page 295 - Behind her farre away a Dwarfe did lag, That lasie seemd, in being ever last, Or wearied with bearing of her bag Of needments at his backe. Thus as they past, The day with cloudes was suddeine overcast, And angry Jove an hideous storme of raine Did poure into his Lemans lap so fast, That everie wight to shrowd it did constrain ; And this faire couple eke to shroud themselves were fain.
Page 427 - Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet: Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye?