The English Poets: Chaucer to DonneMacmillan, 1880 |
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... gold dew - drops of speech . ' Johnson misses the point entirely when he finds fault with Dryden . for ascribing to Chaucer the first refinement of our numbers , and says that Gower also can show smooth numbers and easy rhymes . The ...
... gold dew - drops of speech . ' Johnson misses the point entirely when he finds fault with Dryden . for ascribing to Chaucer the first refinement of our numbers , and says that Gower also can show smooth numbers and easy rhymes . The ...
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... a stede bay trapped in stele Covered with cloth of gold diapred wele , Came riding like the god of armës , Mars . His cote - armure was of a cloth of Tars Couched with perles white and round and grete ; His CHAUCER . 9.
... a stede bay trapped in stele Covered with cloth of gold diapred wele , Came riding like the god of armës , Mars . His cote - armure was of a cloth of Tars Couched with perles white and round and grete ; His CHAUCER . 9.
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... gold new ybete ; His mantelet upon his shouldre hanging Bret - ful of rubies red as fyr sparkling ; His crispë heer like ringes was yronne , And that was yelwe and glitered as the sonne ... And as a leon he his looking cast . ' Or such ...
... gold new ybete ; His mantelet upon his shouldre hanging Bret - ful of rubies red as fyr sparkling ; His crispë heer like ringes was yronne , And that was yelwe and glitered as the sonne ... And as a leon he his looking cast . ' Or such ...
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... gold she hadde next her heer , And upon that a whit coroune she beer , With flourouns smale , and [ that ] I shal nat lye , For al the world ryght as a dayësye Ycorouned ys with white levës lyte , So were the flowrouns of hire coroune ...
... gold she hadde next her heer , And upon that a whit coroune she beer , With flourouns smale , and [ that ] I shal nat lye , For al the world ryght as a dayësye Ycorouned ys with white levës lyte , So were the flowrouns of hire coroune ...
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... gold , for hevynesse and wyghte2 ; Therwith me thoght his face shoon so brighte That wel unnethës myghte I him beholde ; And in his hand me thoghte I saugh him holde Twoo firy dartës , as the gledës rede , And aungelyke hys wyngës saugh ...
... gold , for hevynesse and wyghte2 ; Therwith me thoght his face shoon so brighte That wel unnethës myghte I him beholde ; And in his hand me thoghte I saugh him holde Twoo firy dartës , as the gledës rede , And aungelyke hys wyngës saugh ...
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Página xlii - Guid faith, he mauna fa' that! For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks 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
Página 453 - 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.
Página 460 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide, Than public means, which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
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 xliii - 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.
Página 464 - 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. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown...
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 492 - GIVE me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon, My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage; And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.
Página 460 - 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. Most true it is, that I have look'd on truth Askance and strangely...
Página 454 - 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.