Chaucer to BurnsH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1913 |
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... night . The sesoun priketh every gentil herte , And maketh him out of his sleep to sterte , And seith , Arys , and do thyn observaunce . ' This maked Emelye have remembraunce To doon honour to May , and for to ryse . Y - clothed was she ...
... night . The sesoun priketh every gentil herte , And maketh him out of his sleep to sterte , And seith , Arys , and do thyn observaunce . ' This maked Emelye have remembraunce To doon honour to May , and for to ryse . Y - clothed was she ...
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... Night's Dream : I serve the fairy queen , To dew her orbs upon the green : The cowslips tall her pensioners be ; In their gold coats spots you see , Those be rubies , fairy favours , In those freckles live their savours ; I must go seek ...
... Night's Dream : I serve the fairy queen , To dew her orbs upon the green : The cowslips tall her pensioners be ; In their gold coats spots you see , Those be rubies , fairy favours , In those freckles live their savours ; I must go seek ...
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... night . Her eyes , like marigolds , had sheathed their light , And canopied in darkness sweetly lay , 10 Till they might open to adorn the day.1o The self - disgust of the caitiff himself at his hateful triumph is touched with the hand ...
... night . Her eyes , like marigolds , had sheathed their light , And canopied in darkness sweetly lay , 10 Till they might open to adorn the day.1o The self - disgust of the caitiff himself at his hateful triumph is touched with the hand ...
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... night , And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe , And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight : Then can I grieve at grievances foregone , And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of forebemoaned moan , Which I ...
... night , And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe , And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight : Then can I grieve at grievances foregone , And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of forebemoaned moan , Which I ...
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... Night's Dream , to have complained of his introduction into the career which led direct to them , without which they might never have existed , it was disgust at the Stage which probably we have in a large measure to thank for the star ...
... Night's Dream , to have complained of his introduction into the career which led direct to them , without which they might never have existed , it was disgust at the Stage which probably we have in a large measure to thank for the star ...
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Página 50 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Página 161 - Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired ; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee ; How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
Página 234 - Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Página 115 - Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm. Or let my lamp at midnight hour Be seen in some high lonely tower...
Página 178 - To ALTHEA FROM PRISON WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates ; When I lie tangled in her hair And fetter'd to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
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Página 110 - He that hath found some fledged bird's nest, may know At first sight if the bird be flown; But what fair well or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown. And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams Call to the soul, when man doth sleep, So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes, And into glory peep.
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