Three Centuries of English Poetry: Being Selections from Chaucer to HerrickRosaline Orme Masson Macmillan and Company, 1876 - 391 páginas |
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... Tears of Euterpe 235 Upon the Decease of Annes , the Of Earthly Beauty 236 Poet's Mother • 195 Lady The Complaint of Harpalus A Poet's Song in Praise of his THOMAS TUSSER • 196 From the Faery Queene . The Red - Cross Knight and Lady Una ...
... Tears of Euterpe 235 Upon the Decease of Annes , the Of Earthly Beauty 236 Poet's Mother • 195 Lady The Complaint of Harpalus A Poet's Song in Praise of his THOMAS TUSSER • 196 From the Faery Queene . The Red - Cross Knight and Lady Una ...
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... tears , To prayen her on Cruelty me awreak : 3 But , ere I might with any word out - break , Or tellen any of my painès smart , I found her dead , and buried in an heart . Adown I fellè when I saw the herse , * Dead as a stone while ...
... tears , To prayen her on Cruelty me awreak : 3 But , ere I might with any word out - break , Or tellen any of my painès smart , I found her dead , and buried in an heart . Adown I fellè when I saw the herse , * Dead as a stone while ...
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... tears , Albeit weell oft them naething deres.8 But I wot weell , without lesing , Whatever men say of such greeting , That mickle joy , or yet pity , 9 May gar men sae a - movit be That water frae the heart will rise And weet the een on ...
... tears , Albeit weell oft them naething deres.8 But I wot weell , without lesing , Whatever men say of such greeting , That mickle joy , or yet pity , 9 May gar men sae a - movit be That water frae the heart will rise And weet the een on ...
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... tears I saw hing on the flowers , Whilk 13 he , for luve , all drank up with his heat . 12 For mirth of May , with skippès and with hops , 14 The birdès sang upon the tender crops With curious notes , as Venus ' chapel - clerks : The ...
... tears I saw hing on the flowers , Whilk 13 he , for luve , all drank up with his heat . 12 For mirth of May , with skippès and with hops , 14 The birdès sang upon the tender crops With curious notes , as Venus ' chapel - clerks : The ...
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... . age . 16 If I chose to crop it . 18 I can , if I choose , sell my hide . 19 This is Mr. Laing's reading ( with a query ) . 20 That I would tear and eat , And yet , suppose my thrift 1 be thine Gif WILLIAM DUNBAR . 135.
... . age . 16 If I chose to crop it . 18 I can , if I choose , sell my hide . 19 This is Mr. Laing's reading ( with a query ) . 20 That I would tear and eat , And yet , suppose my thrift 1 be thine Gif WILLIAM DUNBAR . 135.
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Æneid anon beast beauty Ben Jonson bird birdès Book called Cambridge Canterbury Tales Chaucer cloth College Confessio Amantis Court Crown 8vo dead death delight doth dread Edition ELEMENTARY Elizabethan England England's Helicon English English poetry Extra fcap eyes Faerie Queene fair fcap fear Fellow flowers frae Gavin Douglas gold golden grace green hast hath head hear heart heaven heavenly Henry Henry VIII honour King lady literary literature live London Lord lovers merry micht mind Muses never night noble nocht nought Owens College pain pastoral pity poem poet poetry praise Queen quoth reign richt Satires sayn School Scotland Scottish shepherd sing song Sonnets sorrow soul Spenser sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought TREATISE Trouvères unto verse weell Whilk wight wist
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Página 331 - 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.
Página 387 - Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old time is still a-flying, And this same flower that smiles to-day, Tomorrow will be dying.
Página 329 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Página 327 - Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fortune...
Página 324 - Time's glory is to calm contending kings, To unmask falsehood, and bring truth to light, To stamp the seal of time in aged things, To wake the morn, and sentinel the night, To wrong the wronger till he render right ; To ruinate proud buildings with thy hours, And smear with dust their glittering golden towers : 1 To fill with worm-holes stately monuments, To feed oblivion with decay of things, To blot old books, and alter their contents, To pluck the quills from ancient ravens...
Página 272 - Go, soul, the body's guest, Upon a thankless errand ! Fear not to touch the best, The truth shall be thy warrant Go, since I needs must die, And give the world the lie.
Página 330 - 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, Tu-whit, tu-who...
Página 331 - Although thy breath be rude. Heigh-ho ! sing, heigh-ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly : Then, heigh-ho, the holly ! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not.
Página 326 - Tired with all these for restful death I cry, As to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimmed in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled And art made tongue-tied by authority, And folly (doctor-like) controlling skill, And simple truth miscalled simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill.
Página 329 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!