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... king William were falle . Therto he oude endyte , " and make a thing , Ther coude no wight pinche1 at his wryting ; And every statut coude1 he pleyn by rote . 173 174 He rood but hoomly in a medlee1 cote 175 170 Girt with a ceint of ...
... king William were falle . Therto he oude endyte , " and make a thing , Ther coude no wight pinche1 at his wryting ; And every statut coude1 he pleyn by rote . 173 174 He rood but hoomly in a medlee1 cote 175 170 Girt with a ceint of ...
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... king Of Mercenrike , how Kenelm mette a thing ; A lyte er he was mordred , on a day . His mordre in his avisioun he say . " His norice him expouned every del 108 36 It seemed to him . 200 Dreams . 101 Trifles . 104 Makes me sorry . 107 ...
... king Of Mercenrike , how Kenelm mette a thing ; A lyte er he was mordred , on a day . His mordre in his avisioun he say . " His norice him expouned every del 108 36 It seemed to him . 200 Dreams . 101 Trifles . 104 Makes me sorry . 107 ...
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... king , daun Pharao , His bakere and his boteler also , Wher they ne felte noon effect in dremes . Who so wol seken actes of sondry remes , May rede of dremes many a wonder thing . ' Lo Cresus , which that was of Lyde king , Mette he nat ...
... king , daun Pharao , His bakere and his boteler also , Wher they ne felte noon effect in dremes . Who so wol seken actes of sondry remes , May rede of dremes many a wonder thing . ' Lo Cresus , which that was of Lyde king , Mette he nat ...
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... dere mayster soverayn , 159 Sir , Mr. 164 Extremely . 160 Foolish . 165 Throat . 161 Lose . 166 Seized . 162 Imitate . 167 Pursued . 168 Flew . 163 Flatterer . 169 Recked . That , whan thy worthy king Richard was slayn With GEOFFREY ...
... dere mayster soverayn , 159 Sir , Mr. 164 Extremely . 160 Foolish . 165 Throat . 161 Lose . 166 Seized . 162 Imitate . 167 Pursued . 168 Flew . 163 Flatterer . 169 Recked . That , whan thy worthy king Richard was slayn With GEOFFREY ...
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... king Priam by the berd , And slayn him ( as saith us Eneydos ) , As maden alle the hennes in the clos , " 172 171 173 Whan they had seyn of Chauntecleer the sighte . But sovereynly dame Pertelote shrighte , Ful louder than dide ...
... king Priam by the berd , And slayn him ( as saith us Eneydos ) , As maden alle the hennes in the clos , " 172 171 173 Whan they had seyn of Chauntecleer the sighte . But sovereynly dame Pertelote shrighte , Ful louder than dide ...
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English Poetry..: With Introduction, Notes and Illustrations, Volum 40 Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1910 |
English Poetry: With Introductions, Notes and Illustrations, Volum 40 Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1910 |
Vanlige uttrykk og setninger
beauty birds blest bliss bonny breast breath bright coude Cuckoo dear death dost doth earth eccho ring ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA eyes fair fate fayre fear flowers fool frae gentle give gode grace green hair happy hath heart heaven Heigh Hind Horn honour Johnn JOSHUA SYLVESTER king Kirconnell knyght kynge lady lero light Litell little boy live livës joy Lord Love's lovers lullaby lyre Lytell Johan merry mind moche mordre Muse nature's ne'er never night nymph o'er passion pleasure pow'r praise pride proud Robyn Hode rose sayd Robyn scorn shalt shine sigh Sing sleep song SONNET soul spring sweet tears tell tereu thee ther theyr thine thing thou art thou hast thought thro tree trewe twa sisters Twas unto virtue waly waly wawking whan wind wolde wyll youth
Populære avsnitt
Side 362 - Going to the Wars TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True; a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such, As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Side 265 - O, mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear ; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low : Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers' meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Side 457 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Side 408 - The unwearied sun from day to day Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land The work of an almighty hand. Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes Up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth ; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Side 265 - 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...
Side 455 - Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing lingering look behind? On some fond breast the parting soul relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires; E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th...
Side 208 - 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 ! ELIZABETHAN MISCELLANIES.
Side 345 - We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain ; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Side 456 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree ; Another came ; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he ; The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Side 304 - 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 that mak'st...