The English Poets: Chaucer to DonneThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1880 |
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Pagina x
... Sleep Spring • . T. Arnold 124 127 The Editor 129 132 136 W. E. Henley 137 140 • 141 : Prof. Nichol 147 · 151 · 152 · 153 • • 157 A Lang 159 · 163 166 • 167 164 . 168 • 170 171 • 172 • • 173 173 The Tribes of the Dead The Destiny of ...
... Sleep Spring • . T. Arnold 124 127 The Editor 129 132 136 W. E. Henley 137 140 • 141 : Prof. Nichol 147 · 151 · 152 · 153 • • 157 A Lang 159 · 163 166 • 167 164 . 168 • 170 171 • 172 • • 173 173 The Tribes of the Dead The Destiny of ...
Pagina xi
... Piers Ploughman Epilogus • THOMAS SACKVILLE , LORD BUCKHURST ( 1536-1608 ) . Extract from The Induction Complaint of the Duke of Buckingham Sleep EDMUND SPENSER ( 1552-1598 ) Extracts from The Shepheard's Calender CONTENTS . xi.
... Piers Ploughman Epilogus • THOMAS SACKVILLE , LORD BUCKHURST ( 1536-1608 ) . Extract from The Induction Complaint of the Duke of Buckingham Sleep EDMUND SPENSER ( 1552-1598 ) Extracts from The Shepheard's Calender CONTENTS . xi.
Pagina xxvii
... sleep : - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship - boy's eyes , and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ... ' and take , as well , Hamlet's dying request to Horatio : - If thou didst ever hold me in ...
... sleep : - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship - boy's eyes , and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ... ' and take , as well , Hamlet's dying request to Horatio : - If thou didst ever hold me in ...
Pagina 49
... sleep nomore than doth a nightyngale . Curteys he was , lowly , and servysable , And carf3 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 ...
... sleep nomore than doth a nightyngale . Curteys he was , lowly , and servysable , And carf3 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 ...
Pagina 72
... sleep to sterte , And seith , ' Arys , and do thyn observaunce . ' This makede Emelye han remembraunce To don honour to May , and for to ryse . I - clothed was sche fresshe for to devyse . Hir yelwe heer was browded in a tresse ...
... sleep to sterte , And seith , ' Arys , and do thyn observaunce . ' This makede Emelye han remembraunce To don honour to May , and for to ryse . I - clothed was sche fresshe for to devyse . Hir yelwe heer was browded in a tresse ...
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Aeneid Astrophel and Stella ballads beauty behold bliss Caelica Chaucer Clerk Saunders dead dear death delight doth Elizabethan England's Helicon English Euphuists eyes Faery Queen fair fayre fear flowers genius Glasgerion gold grace grief gude hand hart hast hath heart heaven herte hire honour king lady light live Lord love's lovers Marlowe Marlowe's mind mony never night nocht nought passion Petrarch plays pleasure poems poet poetical poetry praise Quhat Quhen quhilk quoth rich Robin Robin Hood sall sche Scotch Shakespeare Sidney Sidney's sighs sight sing sleep song sonnet 26 sonnets sorrow Spenser sweet Tamburlaine tears tell thair thay thee ther thine thing thou thought thow Timor Mortis conturbat true unto Venus Venus and Adonis verse virtue weep whan wolde words writings youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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
Pagina 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?
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.