Chaucer to BurnsH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1913 |
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William Stebbing. FIVE CENTURIES OF ENGLISH VERSE CHAUCER TENNYSON I MAY be asked how I can have dared to sit in judgement on five centuries of English verse . My answer is that the following pages contain reports rather of my trial ...
William Stebbing. FIVE CENTURIES OF ENGLISH VERSE CHAUCER TENNYSON I MAY be asked how I can have dared to sit in judgement on five centuries of English verse . My answer is that the following pages contain reports rather of my trial ...
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... imagining If by his wyves chere he mighte see , Or by hir word aperceyve that ' she Were chaunged ; but he never hir coude finde But ever in oon y - lyke sad and kinde . ' Kind ' , but ' sad ' . Yet 12 FIVE CENTURIES OF ENGLISH VERSE.
... imagining If by his wyves chere he mighte see , Or by hir word aperceyve that ' she Were chaunged ; but he never hir coude finde But ever in oon y - lyke sad and kinde . ' Kind ' , but ' sad ' . Yet 12 FIVE CENTURIES OF ENGLISH VERSE.
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... English people , and its awaking life . I do not know where else in poetry so complete , so animated a kinemato- . graph of the classes constituting a nationality is to be found . They are all there with their distinctive gradations of ...
... English people , and its awaking life . I do not know where else in poetry so complete , so animated a kinemato- . graph of the classes constituting a nationality is to be found . They are all there with their distinctive gradations of ...
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... no pompe and reverence , Ne maked him a spyced conscience , But Cristes lore , and his apostles twelve , He taughte , and first he folwed it him - selve ; as did also his brother , a Plowman : God 16 FIVE CENTURIES OF ENGLISH VERSE.
... no pompe and reverence , Ne maked him a spyced conscience , But Cristes lore , and his apostles twelve , He taughte , and first he folwed it him - selve ; as did also his brother , a Plowman : God 16 FIVE CENTURIES OF ENGLISH VERSE.
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... English heart and brain for English ears , he compelled the whole to understand one tongue . English verse cannot be said to have really existed before him . He composed poems which through succeeding centuries never ceased to be read ...
... English heart and brain for English ears , he compelled the whole to understand one tongue . English verse cannot be said to have really existed before him . He composed poems which through succeeding centuries never ceased to be read ...
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