The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Gower, Skelton, Howard, Wyat, Gascoigne, TurbervilleJ. Johnson, 1810 |
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Pasajes populares
Página 325 - I do find my sore.! And if I flee, I carry with me still The venom'd shaft, which doth his force restore By haste of flight; and I may plain my fill Unto myself, unless this careful song Print in your heart some parcel of my tene.
Página 369 - Love to the heart's forest he fleeth, Leaving his enterprise with pain and cry, And there him hideth and not appeareth. What may I do when my master feareth, But in the field with him to live and die ? For good is the life ending faithfully.
Página 328 - Vow to loue faithfully, howsoeuer he be rewarded. SEt me whereas the sunne doth parche the grene. Or where his beames do not dissolue the yse : In temperate heate where he is felt and sene : In presence prest of people madde or wise. Set me in hye, or yet in lowe degree : In longest night, or in the shortest daye : In clearest skye, or where clowdes thickest be : In lusty youth, or when my heeres are graye. Set me in heauen, in earth, or els in hell, In hyll, or dale, or in the...
Página 327 - Erie: her dame, of princes blood. From tender yeres, in Britain she doth rest, With kinges childe, where she tasteth costly food. Honsdon did first present her to mine yien: Bright is her hewe, and Geraldine she hight. Hampton me taught to wishe her first for mine: And Windsor, alas, dothe chase me from her sight. Her beauty of kind her vertues from aboue. Happy is he, that can obtaine her loue.
Página 485 - With gonshote of beleefe. The little byrde[s] which sing so swete, Are like the angelles voyce, Which render God his prayses meete, And teache us to rejoyce: And as they more esteeme that myrth, Than dread the nights anoy, So mu[ste] we deeme our days on earth, But hell to heavenly joye.
Página 370 - The unfeigned chere of Phyllis hath the place That Brunet had ; she hath, and ever shall. She from myself now hath me in her grace ; She hath in hand my wit, my will, and all. My heart alone well worthy she doth stay, Without whose help scant do I live a day. OF OTHERS' FEIGNED SORROW, AND THE LOVER'S FEIGNED MIRTH.
Página 325 - And, in my mind, I measure pace by pace To seek the place, where I myself had lost, That day that I was tangled in the lace, In seeming slack, that knitteth ever most.
Página 331 - And therto hath a troth as just As had Penelope the faire; For what she sayth, ye may it trust, As it by writing sealed were: And vertues hath she many moe Than I with pen have skill to showe. I could reherse, if that I would, The whole effect of Nature's plaint.
Página 20 - For whiche, whan that a man by slight The stone to wynne, and him to dante, With his carecte him wolde enchante, Anone as he perceiveth that He leyth downe his one ear all plat Unto the ground, and halt it fast, And eke that other eare als faste He stoppeth with his taille so sore, That he the wordes, lasse or more Of his enchantement ne hereth. And in this wise himself he skiereth, So that he hath the wordes wayved, And thus Ms eare is nought deceived. Goyxr. Does not " the deaf adder, that heareth...
Página 74 - ... now-a-days, from its antiquated style and obsolete language, will feel inclined to peruse at length, we select a short passage or two, as specimens of a writer, who may be looked upon as one of the fathers of English poetry. And the first we give is taken from the tragical story of Canace in the Third Book : She toke a penne on honde tho, Fro point to point and all the wo As ferforth as hir selfe it wote, Unto hir deadly frende she wrote : And tolde howe that hir fathers grace She myght for nothynge...