The English Poets: SelectionsThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1880 |
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... shal bytyden of necessité . This Troilus sat on his bayë stede Al armed save his hed ful richely , And wonded was his hors , and gan to blede , On whiche he rood a paas3 ful softëly : But swiche a knyghtly sightë trewëly As was on hym ...
... shal bytyden of necessité . This Troilus sat on his bayë stede Al armed save his hed ful richely , And wonded was his hors , and gan to blede , On whiche he rood a paas3 ful softëly : But swiche a knyghtly sightë trewëly As was on hym ...
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... shal whil I may dure . ' And this may length of yerës nought fordo , Ne remuable fortunë deface ; But Juppiter , that of his myght may do The sorwful to be glad , so yeve us grace , Er nyghtës ten to meten in this place , So that it may ...
... shal whil I may dure . ' And this may length of yerës nought fordo , Ne remuable fortunë deface ; But Juppiter , that of his myght may do The sorwful to be glad , so yeve us grace , Er nyghtës ten to meten in this place , So that it may ...
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... shal to - cleve ; And hider hom I com when it was eve ; And here I dwelle , out - cast from allë joye , And shal , til I may seen her eft1 in Troye . ' And of hym - self ymagynëd he ofte , To be defet , and pale , and waxen lesse Than ...
... shal to - cleve ; And hider hom I com when it was eve ; And here I dwelle , out - cast from allë joye , And shal , til I may seen her eft1 in Troye . ' And of hym - self ymagynëd he ofte , To be defet , and pale , and waxen lesse Than ...
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... shal be glad , if al the world be trewe . ' I saugh thyn hornës olde ek by the morwe , Whan hennes rood my rightë lady deere , That cause is of my torment and my sorwe ; For which , O bryghte Lucina the cleere ! For love of God ! renne ...
... shal be glad , if al the world be trewe . ' I saugh thyn hornës olde ek by the morwe , Whan hennes rood my rightë lady deere , That cause is of my torment and my sorwe ; For which , O bryghte Lucina the cleere ! For love of God ! renne ...
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... shal come , and stenten al his sorwe . [ Criseyde , in her father's tent , is wooed by Diomede , and gradually yields to him . ] Retournynge in hir soule ay up and doun The wordes of this sodeyn Diomede , His gret estate , and peril of ...
... shal come , and stenten al his sorwe . [ Criseyde , in her father's tent , is wooed by Diomede , and gradually yields to him . ] Retournynge in hir soule ay up and doun The wordes of this sodeyn Diomede , His gret estate , and peril of ...
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Página xxvii - What though the field be lost? All is not lost; the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield: And what is else not to be overcome?
Página 454 - 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.
Página 462 - 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.
Página xvii - 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.
Página 465 - 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.
Página 494 - Even such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust ; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days ; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust ! ELIZABETHAN MISCELLANIES.
Página 351 - 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?
Página 490 - A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten: In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be thy love.
Página 295 - Behind her farre away a Dwarfe did lag, That lasie seemd, in being ever last, Or wearied with bearing of her bag Of needments at his backe. Thus as they past, The day with cloudes was suddeine overcast, And angry Jove an hideous storme of raine Did poure into his Lemans lap so fast, That everie wight to shrowd it did constrain ; And this faire couple eke to shroud themselves were fain.
Página 427 - 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?