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 21
... give her audience . For this was on Saint Valentinès day , When every bird cometh to choose his make , Of every kindè that men thinkè may , And that so huge a noisè gan they make That earth , and tree , and sea , and every lake , So ...
... give her audience . For this was on Saint Valentinès day , When every bird cometh to choose his make , Of every kindè that men thinkè may , And that so huge a noisè gan they make That earth , and tree , and sea , and every lake , So ...
Pagina 26
... give , if that thou have richesse ; And , if thou have not , spend the less . Alway be merry if thou may , But waste not thy good alway . Have hat of flowers fresh as May , Chaplet of roses of Whitsunday .. 2 Kindliness . 5 Meaning . 8 ...
... give , if that thou have richesse ; And , if thou have not , spend the less . Alway be merry if thou may , But waste not thy good alway . Have hat of flowers fresh as May , Chaplet of roses of Whitsunday .. 2 Kindliness . 5 Meaning . 8 ...
Pagina 27
... give many a wholesome air ; And every plainè was y - clothèd fair With newè green ; and maketh smallè flowers To springen here and there in field and mead : So very good and wholesome be the showers That it reneweth that was old and ...
... give many a wholesome air ; And every plainè was y - clothèd fair With newè green ; and maketh smallè flowers To springen here and there in field and mead : So very good and wholesome be the showers That it reneweth that was old and ...
Pagina 32
... give I faith and full credence , And in mine heart have them in reverence , So heartily that there is gamè none That fro my bookès maketh me to gone , But 10 it be seldom on the holy - day : Save , certainly , when that the month of May ...
... give I faith and full credence , And in mine heart have them in reverence , So heartily that there is gamè none That fro my bookès maketh me to gone , But 10 it be seldom on the holy - day : Save , certainly , when that the month of May ...
Pagina 62
... give them sorrow That baren away my bowl and my broke sheete.17 Away from the altar then turn I mine eyen , And behold how Eleyne hath a new coate ; I wish then it were mine , and all the web18 after . And of men's losing I laugh ; that ...
... give them sorrow That baren away my bowl and my broke sheete.17 Away from the altar then turn I mine eyen , And behold how Eleyne hath a new coate ; I wish then it were mine , and all the web18 after . And of men's losing I laugh ; that ...
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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 263 - 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 314 - A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten: In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be thy love.
Pagina 323 - 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. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown...
Pagina 316 - 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 348 - 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 324 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone, At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.
Pagina 380 - GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying: And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting; The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best, which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse, and worst Times still succeed the former.
Pagina 347 - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep ; Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep. Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright ! Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose : Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close. Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright ! Lay thy bow of pearl apart, And thy crystal shining quiver ; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever : Thou...
Pagina 327 - Call for the robin-redbreast and the wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men : Call unto his funeral dole The ant, the field-mouse, and the mole, To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm, And, when gay tombs are robbed, sustain no harm : But keep the wolf far thence that's foe to men ; For with his nails hell dig them up again.
Pagina 325 - ... 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' the great; Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak. The sceptre, learning, physic must All follow this and come to dust. Fear no more the lightning-flash, Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone; Fear not slander, censure rash; Thou hast finish'd...