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 viii
... merry glee ; For yet his nowl was totty with the must . " Spenser . " Therefore I mourn with deep heart's sorrowing , Because I nothing noble have to sing . " Spenser . " Fear is more pain than is the pain it fears . " Sidney . " Her ...
... merry glee ; For yet his nowl was totty with the must . " Spenser . " Therefore I mourn with deep heart's sorrowing , Because I nothing noble have to sing . " Spenser . " Fear is more pain than is the pain it fears . " Sidney . " Her ...
Pagina 10
... merry a sound , so sweet entunes , That , certes , for the town of Tunis I n ' old but I had heard them sing ; For all my chamber gan to ring Through singing of their armony . For instrument nor melody Was nowhere heard yet half so ...
... merry a sound , so sweet entunes , That , certes , for the town of Tunis I n ' old but I had heard them sing ; For all my chamber gan to ring Through singing of their armony . For instrument nor melody Was nowhere heard yet half so ...
Pagina 26
... merry if thou may , But waste not thy good alway . Have hat of flowers fresh as May , Chaplet of roses of Whitsunday . 2 Kindliness . Meaning . 8 Before . 1 The reverse of gentlemen . 3 Ne will 6 Call . 9 Courteous . will not . 4 Of low ...
... merry if thou may , But waste not thy good alway . Have hat of flowers fresh as May , Chaplet of roses of Whitsunday . 2 Kindliness . Meaning . 8 Before . 1 The reverse of gentlemen . 3 Ne will 6 Call . 9 Courteous . will not . 4 Of low ...
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Rosaline Orme Masson. Alway in heartè I rede1 thee Glad and merry for to be , And be as joyful as thou can : Love hath no joy of sorrowful man . THE RESTLESS LOVER . If ever thou knew of love distress , Thou shalt mo2 learn in that ...
Rosaline Orme Masson. Alway in heartè I rede1 thee Glad and merry for to be , And be as joyful as thou can : Love hath no joy of sorrowful man . THE RESTLESS LOVER . If ever thou knew of love distress , Thou shalt mo2 learn in that ...
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... when his song was ended in this wise , 1 That went round about . 3 Went . 4 Open country . 2 Line of imperfect measure in the copies . 5 Healing . 6 Sweet . 7 Would . The nightingalè with so merry a note Answered him that CHAUCER . 29.
... when his song was ended in this wise , 1 That went round about . 3 Went . 4 Open country . 2 Line of imperfect measure in the copies . 5 Healing . 6 Sweet . 7 Would . The nightingalè with so merry a note Answered him that CHAUCER . 29.
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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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Populaire passages
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.