The English Poets: Chaucer to DonneThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1880 |
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... unto my nekke - bone Saidè this child , and as by way of kinde I should have deyd , yea , longè time agone ; But Jesu Christ , as ye in bookès finde , Will that his glory last and be in minde , And for the worship of his mother dere Yet ...
... unto my nekke - bone Saidè this child , and as by way of kinde I should have deyd , yea , longè time agone ; But Jesu Christ , as ye in bookès finde , Will that his glory last and be in minde , And for the worship of his mother dere Yet ...
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... unto love . 4 Forthy ensaumple taketh of this man , Ye wisë , proude , and worthy folkës alle , To scornen Love , whiche that so soonë kan The fredom of youre hertës to him thralle ; For evere was , and evere schal befalle , That Love ...
... unto love . 4 Forthy ensaumple taketh of this man , Ye wisë , proude , and worthy folkës alle , To scornen Love , whiche that so soonë kan The fredom of youre hertës to him thralle ; For evere was , and evere schal befalle , That Love ...
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... unto the yate of heven ; And as in love he was in swich gladnesse , That in his herte he demed , as I gesse , That ther nys lovere in this world at ese , So wel as he , and thus gan love hym plese . The goodlyhed or beauté , which that ...
... unto the yate of heven ; And as in love he was in swich gladnesse , That in his herte he demed , as I gesse , That ther nys lovere in this world at ese , So wel as he , and thus gan love hym plese . The goodlyhed or beauté , which that ...
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... unto hire grace . ' 2 Than thought he thus , ' O blisful lord Cupide ! When I the processe have [ al ] in memórie , How thow me hast werreyed on every syde , Men myght a book make of it lyk a stórie ! What nede is thee to seke on me ...
... unto hire grace . ' 2 Than thought he thus , ' O blisful lord Cupide ! When I the processe have [ al ] in memórie , How thow me hast werreyed on every syde , Men myght a book make of it lyk a stórie ! What nede is thee to seke on me ...
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... Unto the blod of Troye , I preyë the , As Juno was unto the blod Thebane , For which the folk of Thebes caughte hire bane . ' And efter this he to the yatës wente , Ther as Criseyde out rood a ful good pas , And up and doun ther made he ...
... Unto the blod of Troye , I preyë the , As Juno was unto the blod Thebane , For which the folk of Thebes caughte hire bane . ' And efter this he to the yatës wente , Ther as Criseyde out rood a ful good pas , And up and doun ther made he ...
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459 ÆäÀÌÁö - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
449 ÆäÀÌÁö - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
xxxix ÆäÀÌÁö - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
xxxviii ÆäÀÌÁö - For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that ; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that ; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
347 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?
485 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.
461 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tu-whit, tu-who - a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl...
456 ÆäÀÌÁö - tis true, I have gone here and there, And made myself a motley to the view, Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear, Made old offences of affections new.
xiii ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
461 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.