Favourite English Poems: Chaucer to Pope, 1350-1700Sampson Low, Son & Company, 1863 |
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... Whan Zephirus eke with his sote brethe Enspired hath in every holt and hethe The tendre croppes , and the yonge sonne Hath in the Ram his halfe cours yronne , ' 8 And smale foules maken melodie , That slepen alle night with open eye , 6 ...
... Whan Zephirus eke with his sote brethe Enspired hath in every holt and hethe The tendre croppes , and the yonge sonne Hath in the Ram his halfe cours yronne , ' 8 And smale foules maken melodie , That slepen alle night with open eye , 6 ...
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... whan that they were seke . Befelle , that , in that seson on a day , 6 In Southwerk at the Tabard as I lay , Redy to wenden on my pilgrimage To Canterbury with devoute corage , At night was come into that hostelrie Wel nine and twenty ...
... whan that they were seke . Befelle , that , in that seson on a day , 6 In Southwerk at the Tabard as I lay , Redy to wenden on my pilgrimage To Canterbury with devoute corage , At night was come into that hostelrie Wel nine and twenty ...
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... whan it was wonne . Ful often time he hadde the bord begonne + Aboven alle nations in Pruce . " In Lettowe hadde he reysed ' and in Ruce , " No cristen man so ofte of his degre . In Gernade at the siege eke hadde he be Of Algesir , and ...
... whan it was wonne . Ful often time he hadde the bord begonne + Aboven alle nations in Pruce . " In Lettowe hadde he reysed ' and in Ruce , " No cristen man so ofte of his degre . In Gernade at the siege eke hadde he be Of Algesir , and ...
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... whan she dronken hadde hire draught . Ful semely after hire mete she raught.2 And sikerly she was of grete disport , And ful plesant , and amiable of port , And peined hire to contrefeten chere Of court , and ben estatelich of manere ...
... whan she dronken hadde hire draught . Ful semely after hire mete she raught.2 And sikerly she was of grete disport , And ful plesant , and amiable of port , And peined hire to contrefeten chere Of court , and ben estatelich of manere ...
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... whan he rode , men mighte his bridel here Gingeling in a whistling wind as clere , And eke as loude , as doth the chapell belle , Ther as this lord was keper of the celle . The reule of seint Maure and of seint Beneit . Because that it ...
... whan he rode , men mighte his bridel here Gingeling in a whistling wind as clere , And eke as loude , as doth the chapell belle , Ther as this lord was keper of the celle . The reule of seint Maure and of seint Beneit . Because that it ...
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176 ÆäÀÌÁö - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against Fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
223 ÆäÀÌÁö - Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.
248 ÆäÀÌÁö - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure: Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure, Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain; Fought all his battles o'er again, And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain!
74 ÆäÀÌÁö - And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle.
72 ÆäÀÌÁö - But if Fortune once do frown, Then farewell his great renown ; They that fawn'd on him before Use his company no more. He that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need : If thou sorrow, he will weep ; If thou wake, he cannot sleep ; Thus of every grief in heart He with thee doth bear a part. These are certain signs to know Faithful friend from flattering foe.
245 ÆäÀÌÁö - TWAS at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son: Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate On his imperial throne...
144 ÆäÀÌÁö - Get up, get up for shame ! the blooming morn Upon her wings presents the god unshorn. See how Aurora throws her fair Fresh-quilted colours through the air: Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herb and tree. Each flower has wept, and bow'd toward the east. Above an hour since ; yet you not drest, Nay ! not so much as out of bed ? When all the birds have matins said, And sung their thankful hymns : 'tis sin, Nay, profanation, to keep in, — Whenas a thousand virgins on this day,...
107 ÆäÀÌÁö - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
285 ÆäÀÌÁö - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. What though, in solemn silence, all Move round the dark terrestrial ball?
61 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ? Sure, if that long-with-love-acquainted eyes Can judge of love, thou feel'st a lover's case ; I read it in thy looks ; thy languisht grace To me, that feel the like, thy state descries...