The English poets, selections, ed. by T.H. Ward. Chaucer to DonneThomas Humphry Ward 1880 |
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... fair for the maistryë1 , An out - rydere , that lovedë veneryë ; A manly man , to ben an abbot able . Ful many a deynté hors hadde he in stable : And whan he rood , men mighte his bridel heere Gynglen in a whistlyng wynd as cleere , And ...
... fair for the maistryë1 , An out - rydere , that lovedë veneryë ; A manly man , to ben an abbot able . Ful many a deynté hors hadde he in stable : And whan he rood , men mighte his bridel heere Gynglen in a whistlyng wynd as cleere , And ...
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... fair prelat ; He was not pale as a for - pyned3 goost . A fat swan lovede he best of eny roost . His palfrey was as broun as is a berye . A FRERE there was , a wantown and a merye , A lymytour , a ful solempnë man . In alle the ordres ...
... fair prelat ; He was not pale as a for - pyned3 goost . A fat swan lovede he best of eny roost . His palfrey was as broun as is a berye . A FRERE there was , a wantown and a merye , A lymytour , a ful solempnë man . In alle the ordres ...
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... I walke thorough the mede , Dounward ay in my pleying , The ryver - syde costeying . 1 blossomed fair . 2 everywhere . 3 attempered , without doubt . THE FLOWER AND THE LEAF . The Flower and the 84 THE ENGLISH POETS .
... I walke thorough the mede , Dounward ay in my pleying , The ryver - syde costeying . 1 blossomed fair . 2 everywhere . 3 attempered , without doubt . THE FLOWER AND THE LEAF . The Flower and the 84 THE ENGLISH POETS .
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... ' Of religioun I weryd a blak habite , Oonly outward as by apparence . ' It Lydgate's Testament , among his Minor Poems , edited by Mr. Halliwell . wrote many things to the disadvantage of the fair sex 12 LYDGATE . 115.
... ' Of religioun I weryd a blak habite , Oonly outward as by apparence . ' It Lydgate's Testament , among his Minor Poems , edited by Mr. Halliwell . wrote many things to the disadvantage of the fair sex 12 LYDGATE . 115.
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Thomas Humphry Ward. wrote many things to the disadvantage of the fair sex which are painful to the politeness of the monk , who declares that he trans- lates them unwillingly , and would give their author , were he alive , a ' bitter ...
Thomas Humphry Ward. wrote many things to the disadvantage of the fair sex which are painful to the politeness of the monk , who declares that he trans- lates them unwillingly , and would give their author , were he alive , a ' bitter ...
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Aeneid Astrophel and Stella ballads beauty Caelica Canterbury Tales Chaucer Clerk Saunders Confessio Amantis dead death delight doth drede Edom English eyes Faery Queen fair fayre flour flowers Glasgerion gold grace grene gret grete gude hart hast hath heart heaven herte hire honour king lady live Lord lovers Lydgate Lyoun mede mind mony myght never night nocht nought passion Petrarch poem poet poetical poetry Quhat Quhen quhilk quod quoth rhyme royal rich Robin Robin Hood sall sayd sche scho Scotch seyde shal Sidney Sidney's sight sing song sonnets sorwe Spenser suld sweet swete swich thair thay thee ther thing THOMAS OCCLEVE thou thought thow Timor Mortis conturbat Troylus true truth tyme unto Venus verse whan wight wolde word write wyth
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459 페이지 - 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 페이지 - 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.
448 페이지 - When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope...
450 페이지 - 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.
485 페이지 - 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.
458 페이지 - 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.
450 페이지 - So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain* jewels in the carcanet.
xiii 페이지 - 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.
347 페이지 - 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?
423 페이지 - 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?