Gleanings from the English poets, Chaucer to Tennyson, with biogr. notices of the authors [by R. Inglis].1862 |
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... gospel trewely woldé preche . His parishens devoutly wolde he teche . Benigne he was , and wonder diligent , parsor parishioners A And in adversitee ful patient : give And swiche he GEOFFREY CHAUCER, 1328-1400 The Good Parson,
... gospel trewely woldé preche . His parishens devoutly wolde he teche . Benigne he was , and wonder diligent , parsor parishioners A And in adversitee ful patient : give And swiche he GEOFFREY CHAUCER, 1328-1400 The Good Parson,
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... give By his cleennessé , how his shepe shulde live . He setté not his benefice to hire , And lette his shepe acombred in the mire , And ran unto Londòn , unto Seint Poules , left To seken him a chanterie for soules , singing endowment ...
... give By his cleennessé , how his shepe shulde live . He setté not his benefice to hire , And lette his shepe acombred in the mire , And ran unto Londòn , unto Seint Poules , left To seken him a chanterie for soules , singing endowment ...
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... give But he ne left nought for no rain ne thonder , In sikenesse and in mischief to visìte trouble The ferrest in his parish , moche and lite , farthest , little Upon his fete , and in his hand a staf . This noble ensample to his shepe ...
... give But he ne left nought for no rain ne thonder , In sikenesse and in mischief to visìte trouble The ferrest in his parish , moche and lite , farthest , little Upon his fete , and in his hand a staf . This noble ensample to his shepe ...
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... Give them of our waithing . ' The Southron said ; As now of thy dealing We will not tak ; thou wald give us o'er small . ' He lighted down and frae the child took all . Wallace said then : Gentlemen gif ye be , Leave us some part , we ...
... Give them of our waithing . ' The Southron said ; As now of thy dealing We will not tak ; thou wald give us o'er small . ' He lighted down and frae the child took all . Wallace said then : Gentlemen gif ye be , Leave us some part , we ...
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... give , And this report of thee , Thou art the most courageous knight That ever I did see . " " No , Douglas , " saith Earl Percy then , " Thy proffer I do scorn ; I will not yield to any Scot That ever yet was born . " With that there ...
... give , And this report of thee , Thou art the most courageous knight That ever I did see . " " No , Douglas , " saith Earl Percy then , " Thy proffer I do scorn ; I will not yield to any Scot That ever yet was born . " With that there ...
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
appeared arms beauty beneath Born breath bright clouds dark dead dear death deep delight Died doth earth eyes face fair fall father fear fire flowers friends gave give glory grace grave green hand happy hast head hear heard heart heaven hill hope hour Italy king land leave light live look Lord lost meet mind morning mountains nature never night o'er once pain passed peace pleasure poems poet poor praise pride published rest rise rose round seems seen shade side sigh sleep smile song soon soul sound spirit stream sweet tears tell thee things thou thought till true turn Twas voice wandering wave wild wind wings young youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 251 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay. Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made : But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroy'd, can never be supplied.
Pagina 429 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes By the deep Sea, and music in its roar : I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
Pagina 50 - ALL the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Pagina 228 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Pagina 48 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice...
Pagina 252 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Pagina 79 - When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow; Then boast no more your mighty deeds! Upon Death's purple altar now See where the victor-victim bleeds. Your heads must come To the cold tomb: Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in their dust.
Pagina 51 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Pagina 56 - I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be; But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself but thee!
Pagina 231 - THE EPITAPH. Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth a Youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown : fair Science...