Three Centuries of English Poetry: Being Selections from Chaucer to HerrickRosaline Orme Masson Macmillan and Company, 1876 - 391 pagina's |
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Pagina 19
... Lord , so gan she weepen2 tenderly ! And he full soft and slyly gan her sey3 " Now , hold your day , and do me not to die . " . With that his courser turnèd he about , With face all pale ; and unto Diomede No word he spake , ne none of ...
... Lord , so gan she weepen2 tenderly ! And he full soft and slyly gan her sey3 " Now , hold your day , and do me not to die . " . With that his courser turnèd he about , With face all pale ; and unto Diomede No word he spake , ne none of ...
Pagina 40
... lord of Palatie 19 Again20 another heathen in Turkie . 1 Who had met by chance . 2 It was common in Chaucer's age for knights to seek employment in foreign countries which were at war . 3 War . 6 Tournament . 4 Farther . Prussia . 10 ...
... lord of Palatie 19 Again20 another heathen in Turkie . 1 Who had met by chance . 2 It was common in Chaucer's age for knights to seek employment in foreign countries which were at war . 3 War . 6 Tournament . 4 Farther . Prussia . 10 ...
Pagina 54
... lord , Of such lordship as men have over their wives . And , for to lead the more in bliss their lives , Of his free will he swore her as a knight That never in his will , by day ne night , Ne should he upon him take no maistrie Against ...
... lord , Of such lordship as men have over their wives . And , for to lead the more in bliss their lives , Of his free will he swore her as a knight That never in his will , by day ne night , Ne should he upon him take no maistrie Against ...
Pagina 64
... Lord y - graced be ye ! But we pray for you , Piers , and for your plough bothe , That God of his grace your grain multiply , And yield you of your almesse that ye give us here ; For we may nought swink ne sweat , such sickness us ...
... Lord y - graced be ye ! But we pray for you , Piers , and for your plough bothe , That God of his grace your grain multiply , And yield you of your almesse that ye give us here ; For we may nought swink ne sweat , such sickness us ...
Pagina 67
... Lord that lent him all that bliss 22 That thus parteth 20 with the poor a parcel 21 when him needeth . Ne were mercy in mean men more than in riche , Mendicants meatless might go to bed . 2 Want . 5 Since . 1 Bread . 4 To . 9 Suffer ...
... Lord that lent him all that bliss 22 That thus parteth 20 with the poor a parcel 21 when him needeth . Ne were mercy in mean men more than in riche , Mendicants meatless might go to bed . 2 Want . 5 Since . 1 Bread . 4 To . 9 Suffer ...
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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: 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 |
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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 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 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 272 - Go, soul, the body's guest, Upon a thankless errand ! Fear not to touch the best, The truth shall be thy warrant Go, since I needs must die, And give the world the lie.
Pagina 330 - Tu-whit, tu-who ! a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit, tu-who...
Pagina 331 - Although thy breath be rude. Heigh-ho ! sing, heigh-ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly : Then, heigh-ho, the holly ! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not.
Pagina 326 - Tired with all these for restful death I cry, As to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimmed in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled And art made tongue-tied by authority, And folly (doctor-like) controlling skill, And simple truth miscalled simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill.
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: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!