Specimens of the British Poets: Chaucer, 1400, to Beaumont, 1628Thomas Campbell John Murray, 1819 |
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Pagina vii
... Gold that glitters . " To Re- ligion SAMUEL DANIEL . 296 • 298 300 301 · 302 • · 303 305 Richard the Second , the Morning before his Murder in Pomfret Castle ( from his Civil Wars ) GILES AND PHINEAS FLETCHER Mercy dwelling in Heaven ...
... Gold that glitters . " To Re- ligion SAMUEL DANIEL . 296 • 298 300 301 · 302 • · 303 305 Richard the Second , the Morning before his Murder in Pomfret Castle ( from his Civil Wars ) GILES AND PHINEAS FLETCHER Mercy dwelling in Heaven ...
Pagina 28
... gold ful shene , On whiche was first ywriten a crouned A , And after , Amor vincit omnia . Another Nonne also with hire hadde she , That was hire chapelleine , and Preestès thre . A Monk ther was , a fayre for the maistrie , An outrider ...
... gold ful shene , On whiche was first ywriten a crouned A , And after , Amor vincit omnia . Another Nonne also with hire hadde she , That was hire chapelleine , and Preestès thre . A Monk ther was , a fayre for the maistrie , An outrider ...
Pagina 29
... gold ywrought a curious pinne ; A love - knotte in the greter end ther was . His hed was balled , and shone as any glas , And eke his face , as it hadde ben anoint . He was a lord ful fat and in good point . His eyen stepe9 , and ...
... gold ywrought a curious pinne ; A love - knotte in the greter end ther was . His hed was balled , and shone as any glas , And eke his face , as it hadde ben anoint . He was a lord ful fat and in good point . His eyen stepe9 , and ...
Pagina 33
... gold in cofre , But all that he might of his frendès hente " , On bokes and on lerning he it spente , And besily gan for the soulés praie Of hem , that yave him wherwith to scolaie " . Of studie toke he mostè cure and hede . Not a word ...
... gold in cofre , But all that he might of his frendès hente " , On bokes and on lerning he it spente , And besily gan for the soulés praie Of hem , that yave him wherwith to scolaie " . Of studie toke he mostè cure and hede . Not a word ...
Pagina 39
... gold in special . A good Wif was ther of besidè Bathe , But she was som del defe , and that was scathe® . Of cloth making she haddè swiche an haunt , She passed hem of Ipres , and of Gaunt . In all the parish wif ne was ther non , That ...
... gold in special . A good Wif was ther of besidè Bathe , But she was som del defe , and that was scathe® . Of cloth making she haddè swiche an haunt , She passed hem of Ipres , and of Gaunt . In all the parish wif ne was ther non , That ...
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Specimens of the British Poets: Chaucer, 1400, to Beaumont, 1628 Thomas Campbell Volledige weergave - 1819 |
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Populaire passages
Pagina 283 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth "s unknown, although his height be taken.
Pagina 160 - Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold; A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Pagina 111 - Forget not yet the tried intent Of such a truth as I have meant ; My great travail so gladly spent, Forget not yet ! Forget not yet when first began The weary life ye know, since whan The suit, the service none tell can ; Forget not yet ! Forget not yet the great assays, The cruel wrong...
Pagina 122 - The turtle to her make hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings; The fishes flete with new repaired scale.
Pagina 235 - With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin : All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love ! has she done this to thee ? What shall, alas ! become of me...
Pagina 340 - So high in thoughts as I : You left a kiss Upon these lips then, which I mean to keep From you for ever. I did hear you talk Far above singing ! After you were gone, I grew acquainted with my heart, and search'd What stirr'd it so : Alas ! I found it love ; Yet far from lust ; for could I but have lived In presence of you, I had had my end.
Pagina 219 - Tell zeal it lacks devotion, Tell love it is but lust, Tell time it is but motion, Tell flesh it is but dust ; And wish them not reply, For thou must give the lie.
Pagina 283 - When summer's breath their masked buds discloses : But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made : And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth, When that shall fade, my verse distils your truth.
Pagina 20 - And bathed every veyne in swich licour. Of which vertu engendred is the flour; Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth Inspired hath in every holt and heeth The tendre croppes...
Pagina 283 - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give ! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses ; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves.