Chaucer to BurnsWilliam James Linton C. Scribner's Sons, 1883 - English poetry |
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... in rhyme roy- al , The King's Quair , the subject of which was his love for the Lady Joanna Beaufort , whom he first saw walking in the garden below the window of his prison in the Round Tower of Windsor Castle , and whom INTRODUCTION .
... in rhyme roy- al , The King's Quair , the subject of which was his love for the Lady Joanna Beaufort , whom he first saw walking in the garden below the window of his prison in the Round Tower of Windsor Castle , and whom INTRODUCTION .
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William James Linton. in the Round Tower of Windsor Castle , and whom he married soon afterward . Henryson , a student of the University of Glasgow , and , in later life , a schoolmas- ter in Dumfermline , wrote The Testament of Cresseid ...
William James Linton. in the Round Tower of Windsor Castle , and whom he married soon afterward . Henryson , a student of the University of Glasgow , and , in later life , a schoolmas- ter in Dumfermline , wrote The Testament of Cresseid ...
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... Round .. THOMAS CAREW : Ask me no more ... Love's Eternity Outer Beauty Chloris in the snow .. THOMAS Goffe : To Sleep ....... GEORGE HERBERT : The Virtuous Soul Constancy The Pulley . FRANCIS QUARLES : World's Falseness ... HENRY KING ...
... Round .. THOMAS CAREW : Ask me no more ... Love's Eternity Outer Beauty Chloris in the snow .. THOMAS Goffe : To Sleep ....... GEORGE HERBERT : The Virtuous Soul Constancy The Pulley . FRANCIS QUARLES : World's Falseness ... HENRY KING ...
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... winged loves , Like divers - feather'd doves , Shall fly and flutter round about your bed , And in the secret dark , that none reproves , Their pretty stealths shall work and snares shall spread To 44 EDMUND SPENSER .
... winged loves , Like divers - feather'd doves , Shall fly and flutter round about your bed , And in the secret dark , that none reproves , Their pretty stealths shall work and snares shall spread To 44 EDMUND SPENSER .
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... round as pearls , When Pan's shrill pipe begins to play With dancing wear out night and day . The bagpipe's drone his hum lays by When Pan sounds up his minstrelsy : His minstrelsy ? JOHN LYLY . 47 JOHN LYLY: Song of Apelles Pan's Syrinx.
... round as pearls , When Pan's shrill pipe begins to play With dancing wear out night and day . The bagpipe's drone his hum lays by When Pan sounds up his minstrelsy : His minstrelsy ? JOHN LYLY . 47 JOHN LYLY: Song of Apelles Pan's Syrinx.
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Ae fond kiss Æneid beauty bel ami BEN JONSON birds bless'd blushing bonnie breast breath bright Chaucer cheeks CLORINDA Corydon crown Cuckoo dear death delight divine dost doth earth eyes fair fate fear fire flame flowers FRANCIS BEAUMONT FRANCIS DAVISON GILES FLETCHER glory golden grace grief hair hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly JEAN ELLIOT joys King kiss Lady light lilies lips live look Love is dead Love's lovers Lycidas Maid melancholy merry mind Mistress Muse N'oserez-vous ne'er never night nonny nought numbers Nymphs o'er pity play pleasure poems poet praise Queen RICHARD BROME roses shade shepherds shine sigh sight sing sleep smile song sonnets sorrow soul Spring stars sweet tears Tell thine thing thou art thought Tottel's Miscellany true love unto verse virtue WALTER DAVISON weep wind wings wither woods wooing o't wrote
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Page 109 - 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, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Page 227 - Going to the Wars TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True; a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such, As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Page 106 - Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! &c.
Page 263 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Page 264 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame...
Page 104 - 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 290 - ... eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire ? And what shoulder and what art Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And, when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand and what dread feet? What the hammer? What the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? What dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears, And water'd heaven with...
Page 206 - Hermes, or unsphere The spirit of Plato, to unfold What worlds or what vast regions hold The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook...
Page 111 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Page 129 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.