Specimens of the British Poets: Chaucer, 1400, to Beaumont, 1628Thomas Campbell John Murray, 1819 - Authors, English |
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... Robene and Makyne , a Baliad 56 59 5555 60 63 71 73 76 77 84 85 92 • 95 105 · 109 111 • 112 WILLIAM DUNBAR The Daunce of the Seven deadly Sins through Hell SIR DAVID LYNDSAY Description of Squyre Meldrum SIR THOMAS WYATT Ode . - The ...
... Robene and Makyne , a Baliad 56 59 5555 60 63 71 73 76 77 84 85 92 • 95 105 · 109 111 • 112 WILLIAM DUNBAR The Daunce of the Seven deadly Sins through Hell SIR DAVID LYNDSAY Description of Squyre Meldrum SIR THOMAS WYATT Ode . - The ...
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... Robene and Makyne , the first known pastoral , and one of the best , in a dialect rich with the favours of the pastoral muse ; Douglas , the translator of Virgil ; Dunbar , Mersar , and others , gave a poetical lustre to F 2 SCOTTISH ...
... Robene and Makyne , the first known pastoral , and one of the best , in a dialect rich with the favours of the pastoral muse ; Douglas , the translator of Virgil ; Dunbar , Mersar , and others , gave a poetical lustre to F 2 SCOTTISH ...
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... Troilus and Cresseide , he wrote a number of fables , of which MS . copies are preserved in the Scotch Advocates Library . 1 A little . 2 Half . ROBENE AND MAKYNE , A BALLAD . I. ROBENE sat 76 ROBERT HENRYSON . ROBERT HENRYSON.
... Troilus and Cresseide , he wrote a number of fables , of which MS . copies are preserved in the Scotch Advocates Library . 1 A little . 2 Half . ROBENE AND MAKYNE , A BALLAD . I. ROBENE sat 76 ROBERT HENRYSON . ROBERT HENRYSON.
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Thomas Campbell. ROBENE AND MAKYNE , A BALLAD . I. ROBENE sat on gud grene hill ' , Keipand a flok of fie 2 : Mirry Makyne said him till " , Robene thou rew on me * : I haif thè luvit , lowd and still 5 , This yieris two or thrè ; My ...
Thomas Campbell. ROBENE AND MAKYNE , A BALLAD . I. ROBENE sat on gud grene hill ' , Keipand a flok of fie 2 : Mirry Makyne said him till " , Robene thou rew on me * : I haif thè luvit , lowd and still 5 , This yieris two or thrè ; My ...
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... Robene answerit her agane1 , I wait not quhat is luve 2 , But I haif marvell , in certaine3 , Quhat makis thè this wanrufe1 . 5 What has marred thee in thy mood . - 6 Makyne , show thou to me . - 7 Or what is love or to be loved .-- 8 ...
... Robene answerit her agane1 , I wait not quhat is luve 2 , But I haif marvell , in certaine3 , Quhat makis thè this wanrufe1 . 5 What has marred thee in thy mood . - 6 Makyne , show thou to me . - 7 Or what is love or to be loved .-- 8 ...
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Page 283 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth "s unknown, although his height be taken.
Page 160 - Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold; A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Page 111 - Forget not yet the tried intent Of such a truth as I have meant ; My great travail so gladly spent, Forget not yet ! Forget not yet when first began The weary life ye know, since whan The suit, the service none tell can ; Forget not yet ! Forget not yet the great assays, The cruel wrong...
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Page 235 - With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin : All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love ! has she done this to thee ? What shall, alas ! become of me...
Page 340 - So high in thoughts as I : You left a kiss Upon these lips then, which I mean to keep From you for ever. I did hear you talk Far above singing ! After you were gone, I grew acquainted with my heart, and search'd What stirr'd it so : Alas ! I found it love ; Yet far from lust ; for could I but have lived In presence of you, I had had my end.
Page 219 - Tell zeal it lacks devotion, Tell love it is but lust, Tell time it is but motion, Tell flesh it is but dust ; And wish them not reply, For thou must give the lie.
Page 283 - 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.
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Page 283 - 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. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye 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.