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 pagina's |
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Pagina ix
... Land of Heaven , Over all the silver mountains Where do spring those nectar fountains . And I there will sweetly kiss The happy bowl of peaceful bliss , Drinking mine eternal fill , Flowing from each milky hill My soul will be a - dry ...
... Land of Heaven , Over all the silver mountains Where do spring those nectar fountains . And I there will sweetly kiss The happy bowl of peaceful bliss , Drinking mine eternal fill , Flowing from each milky hill My soul will be a - dry ...
Pagina xiv
... land and Chaucer will cut deeply into the England of the fourteenth century with that two - handed axe . Books of Extracts or Specimens of old English Poetry can never supersede the necessity , for all thorough and scholarly purposes ...
... land and Chaucer will cut deeply into the England of the fourteenth century with that two - handed axe . Books of Extracts or Specimens of old English Poetry can never supersede the necessity , for all thorough and scholarly purposes ...
Pagina xviii
... Land- The Well of the Muses GAVIN DOUGLAS scape • 155 · 156 · 157 To Love the Enslaver 159 A Scotch Winter Evening in STREL . 113 1512 160 The Peel of Gargunnock . 114 Fawdoun's Ghost • 115 1512 ROBERT HENRYSON The Ballad of Robin and ...
... Land- The Well of the Muses GAVIN DOUGLAS scape • 155 · 156 · 157 To Love the Enslaver 159 A Scotch Winter Evening in STREL . 113 1512 160 The Peel of Gargunnock . 114 Fawdoun's Ghost • 115 1512 ROBERT HENRYSON The Ballad of Robin and ...
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... Land- scape The Well of the Muses . 149 150 154 · • 155 156 157 To Love the Enslaver 159 A Scotch Winter Evening in STREL . 113 160 1512 • The Peel of Gargunnock · 114 A Scotch Winter Morning in Fawdoun's Ghost 115 1512 162 kin ...
... Land- scape The Well of the Muses . 149 150 154 · • 155 156 157 To Love the Enslaver 159 A Scotch Winter Evening in STREL . 113 160 1512 • The Peel of Gargunnock · 114 A Scotch Winter Morning in Fawdoun's Ghost 115 1512 162 kin ...
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... Land BARNABY GOOGE . 201 · Globe Amintas and Daphnis GEORGE GASCOIGNE . The Crystal Glass and the Glass of Steel . THOMAS SACKVILLE 201 252 202 cious Shore • 254 Florimel in the Witch's Hut • 258 Britomart and Merlin's Magic Marinell ...
... Land BARNABY GOOGE . 201 · Globe Amintas and Daphnis GEORGE GASCOIGNE . The Crystal Glass and the Glass of Steel . THOMAS SACKVILLE 201 252 202 cious Shore • 254 Florimel in the Witch's Hut • 258 Britomart and Merlin's Magic Marinell ...
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Three centuries of English poetry: selections from Chaucer to Herrick, with ... Rosaline Orme Masson Volledige weergave - 1876 |
Three Centuries of English Poetry: Being Selections from Chaucer to Herrick Volledige weergave - 1886 |
Three Centuries of English Poetry: Being Selections from Chaucer to Herrick Rosaline Orme Masson Volledige weergave - 1876 |
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Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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!
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.