The English Poets: Selections with Critical IntroductionsThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1895 |
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... doth yit ; For this trowe I ye knowen alle and some , Men reden not that folk han gretter wit Than thei that hath ben most with love ynome " ; And strengest folk ben therwith overcome , 1 The worthiest and the grettest of degree ; This ...
... doth yit ; For this trowe I ye knowen alle and some , Men reden not that folk han gretter wit Than thei that hath ben most with love ynome " ; And strengest folk ben therwith overcome , 1 The worthiest and the grettest of degree ; This ...
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... doth in vertu for to dwelle ! Bynd this acorde , that I have told and telle ! ' That , that the world , with faith which that is stable , Dyverseth so , his stoundës " concordynge ; — That elementz , that ben so discordable , Holden a ...
... doth in vertu for to dwelle ! Bynd this acorde , that I have told and telle ! ' That , that the world , with faith which that is stable , Dyverseth so , his stoundës " concordynge ; — That elementz , that ben so discordable , Holden a ...
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... doth me boote . ' And haidyly , this wynd that moore and moore Thus stoundemele 2 encresseth in my face , Is of my ladys depë sykës sore ; I preve it thus , for in noon other place Of al this town , save oonly in this space , Feele I no ...
... doth me boote . ' And haidyly , this wynd that moore and moore Thus stoundemele 2 encresseth in my face , Is of my ladys depë sykës sore ; I preve it thus , for in noon other place Of al this town , save oonly in this space , Feele I no ...
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... doth pyne3 To briddës , for his outrageous ravyne . The gentil faucoun , that with his feet distreyneth The kyngës hond ; the hardy sperhauk eke , The quaylës foo ; the merlyon that peyneth Hymself ful ofte the larke for to seke ; There ...
... doth pyne3 To briddës , for his outrageous ravyne . The gentil faucoun , that with his feet distreyneth The kyngës hond ; the hardy sperhauk eke , The quaylës foo ; the merlyon that peyneth Hymself ful ofte the larke for to seke ; There ...
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... doth a nightyngale . Curteys he was , lowly , and servysable , And carf byforn his fader at the table . A YEMAN hadde he , and servauntz nomoo At that tyme , for him lustë rydë soo ; And he was clad in coote and hood of grene . A shef ...
... doth a nightyngale . Curteys he was , lowly , and servysable , And carf byforn his fader at the table . A YEMAN hadde he , and servauntz nomoo At that tyme , for him lustë rydë soo ; And he was clad in coote and hood of grene . A shef ...
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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 454 - ... 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. So is the time that keeps you as my chest, Or as the wardrobe which the robe doth hide, To make some special instant special blest, By new unfolding his imprison'd pride.
Página 418 - With coral clasps and amber studs; And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Página 452 - When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf Heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope...
Página 450 - When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And summer's green all girded up in sheaves, Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard ; Then of thy beauty do I question make, ' for store, ie to be preserved for use.
Página 451 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Página 453 - If thou survive my well-contented day, When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover, And shalt by fortune once more re-survey These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover, Compare them with the bettering of the time, And though they be outstripp'd by every pen, Reserve them for my love, not for their rime, Exceeded by the height of happier men.
Página 465 - 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...
Página 533 - Clarence, in steel so bright, Though but a maiden knight, Yet in that furious fight, Scarce such another. Warwick in blood did wade, Oxford the foe invade, And cruel slaughter made, Still as they ran up; Suffolk his axe did ply, Beaumont and Willoughby Bare them right doughtily, Ferrers and Fanhope.