Three centuries of English poetry: selections from Chaucer to Herrick, with intr. and notes by R.O. MassonRosaline Orme Masson Macmillan and Company, 1876 - 391 էջ |
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... beauty , pathos , and humour , what a furnishing for the memory , and for all future thinking in which the memory may bear part , in those little dreams , allegories , visionary landscapes and situations , which occur in the stories ...
... beauty , pathos , and humour , what a furnishing for the memory , and for all future thinking in which the memory may bear part , in those little dreams , allegories , visionary landscapes and situations , which occur in the stories ...
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... Beauty 228 • The Ape and the Fox at Court 231 The Rightful Courtier The Miseries of a Court - life . 232 234 235 236 . 195 196 From the Faery Queene . The Red - Cross Knight and Lady Una 197 Una and the Lion · The Visit of Duessa to ...
... Beauty 228 • The Ape and the Fox at Court 231 The Rightful Courtier The Miseries of a Court - life . 232 234 235 236 . 195 196 From the Faery Queene . The Red - Cross Knight and Lady Una 197 Una and the Lion · The Visit of Duessa to ...
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... Beauty 306 A Shepherd's Song • 306 JOHN LYLY 281 Cupid and Campaspe SAMUEL DANIEL 281 307 The Song of Birds 282 To Delia • 308 Vulcan's Song 282 Love Now ! 309 Thou mayst Repent 309 NICHOLAS BRETON 282 The Power of Beauty 310 Phillida ...
... Beauty 306 A Shepherd's Song • 306 JOHN LYLY 281 Cupid and Campaspe SAMUEL DANIEL 281 307 The Song of Birds 282 To Delia • 308 Vulcan's Song 282 Love Now ! 309 Thou mayst Repent 309 NICHOLAS BRETON 282 The Power of Beauty 310 Phillida ...
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... beauty ; But this much dare I sayn , that she Was ruddy , fresh , and lovely hued , And every day her beauty newed . And nigh her face was alder best ; 2 For , certes , Nature had such lest3 To make that fair , that truly she Was her ...
... beauty ; But this much dare I sayn , that she Was ruddy , fresh , and lovely hued , And every day her beauty newed . And nigh her face was alder best ; 2 For , certes , Nature had such lest3 To make that fair , that truly she Was her ...
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... beauty , truely , And bounty , without mercy . In hope of that , my tale I told ... I n'ot2 well how that I began ; Full evil rehearse it I can ; And eke , as help me God withal , I trow it was in the3 dismal That was the ten wounds of ...
... beauty , truely , And bounty , without mercy . In hope of that , my tale I told ... I n'ot2 well how that I began ; Full evil rehearse it I can ; And eke , as help me God withal , I trow it was in the3 dismal That was the ten wounds of ...
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Three centuries of English poetry: selections from Chaucer to Herrick, with ... Rosaline Orme Masson Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1876 |
Three Centuries of English Poetry: Being Selections from Chaucer to Herrick Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1886 |
Three Centuries of English Poetry: Being Selections from Chaucer to Herrick Rosaline Orme Masson Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1876 |
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Էջ 331 - 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.
Էջ 387 - Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old time is still a-flying, And this same flower that smiles to-day, Tomorrow will be dying.
Էջ 356 - Yet must I not give Nature all; thy Art My gentle Shakespeare, must enjoy a part. For though the poet's matter nature be, His art doth give the fashion; and, that he Who casts to write a living line, must sweat, (Such as thine are) and strike the second heat Upon the Muses...
Էջ 271 - 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.
Էջ 329 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Էջ 327 - Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fortune...
Էջ 274 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust!
Էջ 333 - Fear no more the heat o' the sun Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages; Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Էջ 324 - Time's glory is to calm contending kings, To unmask falsehood, and bring truth to light, To stamp the seal of time in aged things, To wake the morn, and sentinel the night, To wrong the wronger till he render right ; To ruinate proud buildings with thy hours, And smear with dust their glittering golden towers : 1 To fill with worm-holes stately monuments, To feed oblivion with decay of things, To blot old books, and alter their contents, To pluck the quills from ancient ravens...
Էջ 360 - Weep with me, all you that read This little story : And know, for whom a tear you shed Death's self is sorry. 'Twas a child that so did thrive In grace and feature, As heaven and nature seemed to strive Which owned the creature.