The English Poets: Chaucer to DonneThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1880 |
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... soon tired and their power of attention exhausted ; only , as it is , the elaborate philological preparation goes on , but the authors are little known and less enjoyed . So with the investigator of ' historic origins ' in poetry . He ...
... soon tired and their power of attention exhausted ; only , as it is , the elaborate philological preparation goes on , but the authors are little known and less enjoyed . So with the investigator of ' historic origins ' in poetry . He ...
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... soon lighted , soon spent . And once we were such darlings ! So fares it with many and many a one . ' the main fact for us to bear in mind about C 2 INTRODUCTION . XXXV.
... soon lighted , soon spent . And once we were such darlings ! So fares it with many and many a one . ' the main fact for us to bear in mind about C 2 INTRODUCTION . XXXV.
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... soon , as Gower's ' Venus ' says of him in the often - quoted lines , Of ditës and of songës glad The whiche he for my sake made The land fulfilled is over al . ' The themes of his books run glibly from the tongue of his own ' Sergeaunt ...
... soon , as Gower's ' Venus ' says of him in the often - quoted lines , Of ditës and of songës glad The whiche he for my sake made The land fulfilled is over al . ' The themes of his books run glibly from the tongue of his own ' Sergeaunt ...
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... soon , as flourës faire . And loveth hym the which that , right for love , Upon a crois , our soulës for to beye , First starf3 and roos , and sit in heven above , For he nyl falsen no wight , dar I seye , That wol his herte al holly on ...
... soon , as flourës faire . And loveth hym the which that , right for love , Upon a crois , our soulës for to beye , First starf3 and roos , and sit in heven above , For he nyl falsen no wight , dar I seye , That wol his herte al holly on ...
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... soon after the writing of the first draught of the poem , he seems to have resided there permanently , taking up his abode in Cornhill , where he lived with his wife Kitte and his daughter Calote , for many long years . About A.D. 1377 ...
... soon after the writing of the first draught of the poem , he seems to have resided there permanently , taking up his abode in Cornhill , where he lived with his wife Kitte and his daughter Calote , for many long years . About A.D. 1377 ...
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Página 459 - 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 449 - 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 xxxix - 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 xxxviii - For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that ; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank 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 347 - 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 485 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Página 461 - 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 456 - 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.
Página xiii - The future of poetry is immense, because in poetry, where it is worthy of its high destinies, our race, as time goes on, will find an ever surer and surer stay. There is not a creed which is not shaken, not an accredited dogma which is not shown to be questionable, not a received tradition which does not threaten to dissolve.
Página 461 - Under the greenwood tree * Who loves to lie with me, And turn his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither : Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.* JAQ.