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 xiii
... songs then actually sung and the poems and other things then actually penned . They are the real transmitted bits of the defunct life and mind of that epoch , and not merely second- hand accounts of the same ; and , as we read , we can ...
... songs then actually sung and the poems and other things then actually penned . They are the real transmitted bits of the defunct life and mind of that epoch , and not merely second- hand accounts of the same ; and , as we read , we can ...
Pagina xix
... Song in Praise of his Lady THOMAS TUSSER EDMUND SPENSER 215 · · 190 From the Minor Poems . Colin Clout , or January 223 192 192 The Literature of Elizabeth's • 193 Sorrow Old Age War . • 203 206 207 207 . 194 Tears of Euterpe Of Earthly ...
... Song in Praise of his Lady THOMAS TUSSER EDMUND SPENSER 215 · · 190 From the Minor Poems . Colin Clout , or January 223 192 192 The Literature of Elizabeth's • 193 Sorrow Old Age War . • 203 206 207 207 . 194 Tears of Euterpe Of Earthly ...
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... Song to her Child • 302 night before he died . 274 The Poet's Epitaph . 274 The Shepherd's Wife's Song A Visit from Cupid · 303 · • 303 Fair Samela · 304 SIR PHILIP SIDNEY 275 Not at First Sight ABRAHAM FRAUNCE 276 304 To the Moon 277 ...
... Song to her Child • 302 night before he died . 274 The Poet's Epitaph . 274 The Shepherd's Wife's Song A Visit from Cupid · 303 · • 303 Fair Samela · 304 SIR PHILIP SIDNEY 275 Not at First Sight ABRAHAM FRAUNCE 276 304 To the Moon 277 ...
Pagina xxi
... Song • • 329 Blow , Blow , Thou Winter Wind Song of " The Spinsters and Knitters in the Sun " Serenade Ophelia's Songs The Dirge of Imogen THOMAS NASH Spring • · 330 330 331 331 332 332 333 The Song of Hesperus To the Memory of my ...
... Song • • 329 Blow , Blow , Thou Winter Wind Song of " The Spinsters and Knitters in the Sun " Serenade Ophelia's Songs The Dirge of Imogen THOMAS NASH Spring • · 330 330 331 331 332 332 333 The Song of Hesperus To the Memory of my ...
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... had affrayed me out of my sleep 2 Startled . 1 Dreamt . Through noise and sweetness of their song . And , CHAUCER . 9 From the Minor Poems I The Dream-Chamber Jankin's Book True Gentilesse 49 The Fairies and the Friars 51 51 The Dream.
... had affrayed me out of my sleep 2 Startled . 1 Dreamt . Through noise and sweetness of their song . And , CHAUCER . 9 From the Minor Poems I The Dream-Chamber Jankin's Book True Gentilesse 49 The Fairies and the Friars 51 51 The Dream.
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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.