The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by Various Writers and a General Introduction, Volum 1Macmillan, 1895 |
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... hart and ere , If I her voice perceive coude any - where . And , at the last , a path of little breede1 I found , that gretly hadde not used be ; For it forgrowen was with grasse and weede , That well unneth a wight [ ne ] might it se ...
... hart and ere , If I her voice perceive coude any - where . And , at the last , a path of little breede1 I found , that gretly hadde not used be ; For it forgrowen was with grasse and weede , That well unneth a wight [ ne ] might it se ...
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... Hart is uncertain ; it was probably composed between 1501 and 1512. An admirable edition of Douglas ' works has lately been made , in four volumes , by Mr. John Small of Edinburgh . ] GAWAIN DOUGLAS attempted the poet's art amidst the ...
... Hart is uncertain ; it was probably composed between 1501 and 1512. An admirable edition of Douglas ' works has lately been made , in four volumes , by Mr. John Small of Edinburgh . ] GAWAIN DOUGLAS attempted the poet's art amidst the ...
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... Hart , is also allegorical . King Hart , or the heart of man , dwells in a kind of city of Mansoul ; he is attended by five servants - the five senses , -besieged and defeated by Dame Plea- sance , visited by Age , deserted by Youthhead ...
... Hart , is also allegorical . King Hart , or the heart of man , dwells in a kind of city of Mansoul ; he is attended by five servants - the five senses , -besieged and defeated by Dame Plea- sance , visited by Age , deserted by Youthhead ...
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... hart imprentis , The fresche bewtie , the gudelie representis , The merie speiche , fair hauingis , hie renoun Of thame , wald set a wise man half in swoun , Thair womanlines wryithit the elementis , Stoneist 10 the heuin , and all the ...
... hart imprentis , The fresche bewtie , the gudelie representis , The merie speiche , fair hauingis , hie renoun Of thame , wald set a wise man half in swoun , Thair womanlines wryithit the elementis , Stoneist 10 the heuin , and all the ...
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... hart . Bot the onrestles fey3 spreit did nocht so Of this wnhappy Phenician Dido : ' to visit , 1 suffers . 7 2 making his hair hang thickly down . 5 several . • dwells among rough bushes . " in good order ' diminishing . ' fated . For ...
... hart . Bot the onrestles fey3 spreit did nocht so Of this wnhappy Phenician Dido : ' to visit , 1 suffers . 7 2 making his hair hang thickly down . 5 several . • dwells among rough bushes . " in good order ' diminishing . ' fated . For ...
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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.