The English Poets: Chaucer to DonneThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1880 |
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... mony a lusty knyght , So many a lady fresshe , and mayden bryght , Ful wele araied , bothë moste and leste , Ye , bothë for the seson and the feeste . Among thise other folk was Criseyda , In wydewes habit blak ; but nathëles , Right as ...
... mony a lusty knyght , So many a lady fresshe , and mayden bryght , Ful wele araied , bothë moste and leste , Ye , bothë for the seson and the feeste . Among thise other folk was Criseyda , In wydewes habit blak ; but nathëles , Right as ...
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... mony I cold not spede . [ After visiting all the courts at Westminster one after another , and finding that everywhere want of cash is the one insuperable impediment , he passes eastward to the City . ] Then unto London I dyd me hye ...
... mony I cold not spede . [ After visiting all the courts at Westminster one after another , and finding that everywhere want of cash is the one insuperable impediment , he passes eastward to the City . ] Then unto London I dyd me hye ...
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... mony I myght not spede . Then into Corn - Hyll anon I yode1 , Where was mutch stolen gere amonge ; I saw where honge myne owne hoode , That I had lost amonge the thronge ; To by my own hood I thought it wronge , I knew it well as I dyd ...
... mony I myght not spede . Then into Corn - Hyll anon I yode1 , Where was mutch stolen gere amonge ; I saw where honge myne owne hoode , That I had lost amonge the thronge ; To by my own hood I thought it wronge , I knew it well as I dyd ...
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... mony sindrie gyiss , 8 Bot yit luche nevir Mahoun , Quhill preistis come in with bair schevin nekkis , Than all the Feyndis lewche , and made gekkis 10 , Blak - belly and Bawsy - Broun . 1 gloat . the eve of Lent . 8 * laughed . * 2 ...
... mony sindrie gyiss , 8 Bot yit luche nevir Mahoun , Quhill preistis come in with bair schevin nekkis , Than all the Feyndis lewche , and made gekkis 10 , Blak - belly and Bawsy - Broun . 1 gloat . the eve of Lent . 8 * laughed . * 2 ...
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... Mony prowd trumpour with him trippit Throw skaldand fyre , ay as thay skippit Thay gyrnd with hyddous granis . Than Yre come in with sturt and stryfe ; His hand wes ay upoun his knyfe , He brandeist lyk a beir " : Bostaris , braggaris ...
... Mony prowd trumpour with him trippit Throw skaldand fyre , ay as thay skippit Thay gyrnd with hyddous granis . Than Yre come in with sturt and stryfe ; His hand wes ay upoun his knyfe , He brandeist lyk a beir " : Bostaris , braggaris ...
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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.