The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by Various Writers and a General Introduction, Volum 1Macmillan, 1895 |
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... 1440 ) · · • Extracts from London Lickpenny • " The Dietary 29 " Falls of Princes : • Description of the Golden Age 96 102 107 • • 107 • 109 ΙΙΟ T. Arnold 114 • • 119 · 121 122 THOMAS CCCLEVE ( 1365 ? -1450 ? ) • Extracts.
... 1440 ) · · • Extracts from London Lickpenny • " The Dietary 29 " Falls of Princes : • Description of the Golden Age 96 102 107 • • 107 • 109 ΙΙΟ T. Arnold 114 • • 119 · 121 122 THOMAS CCCLEVE ( 1365 ? -1450 ? ) • Extracts.
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... falls moralising : - The sacred lowe o ' weel - placed love Luxuriantly indulge it ; But never tempt th ' illicit rove , Tho ' naething should divulge it . I waive the quantum o ' the sin , The xlii THE ENGLISH POETS .
... falls moralising : - The sacred lowe o ' weel - placed love Luxuriantly indulge it ; But never tempt th ' illicit rove , Tho ' naething should divulge it . I waive the quantum o ' the sin , The xlii THE ENGLISH POETS .
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... falls asleep , and dreams that he sees the God of Love leading in Queen Alcestis . clad like the daisy . ] can . Whan that the sonne out of the south gan weste , And that this flour gan close , and goon to reste , For derknesse of the ...
... falls asleep , and dreams that he sees the God of Love leading in Queen Alcestis . clad like the daisy . ] can . Whan that the sonne out of the south gan weste , And that this flour gan close , and goon to reste , For derknesse of the ...
Side 92
... falls asleep beside a murmuring brook , and dreams of a Field full of Folk , i.e. the world , of the Lady Holychurch who acts as his instructress , of the Lady Meed who corrupts justice and is ready to bribe even the king himself , of ...
... falls asleep beside a murmuring brook , and dreams of a Field full of Folk , i.e. the world , of the Lady Holychurch who acts as his instructress , of the Lady Meed who corrupts justice and is ready to bribe even the king himself , of ...
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... fall into their places naturally enough . The resulting third draught of the poem is not much longer than the second . In some points he made improvements , but the general effect of the whole is less striking and original ; this being ...
... fall into their places naturally enough . The resulting third draught of the poem is not much longer than the second . In some points he made improvements , but the general effect of the whole is less striking and original ; this being ...
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Side 459 - 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.
Side 456 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Side 450 - ... key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since, seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet. So is the time that keeps you as my chest, Or as the wardrobe which the robe doth hide, To make some special instant special blest, By new unfolding his imprison'd pride.
Side 457 - If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Side 416 - With coral clasps and amber studs; And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Side 459 - Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go. And be you blithe and bonny ; ' Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Side 292 - Crosse he bore, The deare remembrance of his dying Lord, For whose sweete sake that glorious badge he wore, And dead as living ever him ador'd: Upon his shield the like was also scor'd...
Side 228 - There lived a wife at Usher's Well, And a wealthy wife was she; She had three stout and stalwart sons, And sent them o'er the sea. They hadna been a week from her, A week but barely ane, When word came to the carline wife That her three sons were gane.
Side 450 - 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. 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.
Side 490 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with age 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.