The English Poets: Chaucer to DonneMacmillan, 1880 |
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... Lines written in imprisonment at Windsor The Means to attain Happy Life A Praise of his Love · An Epitaph on Clere On the Death of Sir Thomas Wyatt GEORGE GASCOIGNE ( 1536 ? -1577 ) The Arraignment of a Lover A Strange Passion of a ...
... Lines written in imprisonment at Windsor The Means to attain Happy Life A Praise of his Love · An Epitaph on Clere On the Death of Sir Thomas Wyatt GEORGE GASCOIGNE ( 1536 ? -1577 ) The Arraignment of a Lover A Strange Passion of a ...
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... lines and expressions of the great masters , and to apply them . as a touchstone to other poetry . Of course we are not to require this other poetry to resemble them ; it may be very ' Then began he to call many things to remembrance ...
... lines and expressions of the great masters , and to apply them . as a touchstone to other poetry . Of course we are not to require this other poetry to resemble them ; it may be very ' Then began he to call many things to remembrance ...
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... lines which I have just quoted from Homer , the poet's comment on Helen's mention of her brothers ; -or take his Α ... line and a half of Dante , Ugolino's tre- mendous words : - Io no piangeva ; sì dentro impietrai . 3 Piangevan elli ...
... lines which I have just quoted from Homer , the poet's comment on Helen's mention of her brothers ; -or take his Α ... line and a half of Dante , Ugolino's tre- mendous words : - Io no piangeva ; sì dentro impietrai . 3 Piangevan elli ...
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... lines as : - ' And courage never to submit or yield And what is else not to be overcome ... and finish with the exquisite close to the loss of Proserpine , the loss · which cost Ceres all that pain To seek her through the world ...
... lines as : - ' And courage never to submit or yield And what is else not to be overcome ... and finish with the exquisite close to the loss of Proserpine , the loss · which cost Ceres all that pain To seek her through the world ...
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... line is enough to show the charm of Chaucer's verse ; that merely one line like this : ' O martyr souded in virginitee ... lines of this stanza after Chaucer's : - My throat is cut unto the bone , I trow , Said this young child , and by ...
... line is enough to show the charm of Chaucer's verse ; that merely one line like this : ' O martyr souded in virginitee ... lines of this stanza after Chaucer's : - My throat is cut unto the bone , I trow , Said this young child , and by ...
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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.