The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by Various Writers and a General Introduction, Volum 1Macmillan, 1895 |
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... Quod the sperhaukë . ' Never mote she thee ! Loo , suche hyt ys to have a tongë loos ! Now pardé , fool , yet were hit bet for the Have holde thy pes , than shewed thy nycëté ; Hyt lyth not in hys wyt , nor in hys wille ; But sooth ys ...
... Quod the sperhaukë . ' Never mote she thee ! Loo , suche hyt ys to have a tongë loos ! Now pardé , fool , yet were hit bet for the Have holde thy pes , than shewed thy nycëté ; Hyt lyth not in hys wyt , nor in hys wille ; But sooth ys ...
Side 39
... quod the dukë , ' wel and faire ! There ben moo sterrës , God woot , than a paire . ' ' Now fy , cherl ! ' quod the gentil tercëlet , — ' Out of the dunghil com that word ful ryght ; Thou kanst noght see which thing is wel beset ; Thou ...
... quod the dukë , ' wel and faire ! There ben moo sterrës , God woot , than a paire . ' ' Now fy , cherl ! ' quod the gentil tercëlet , — ' Out of the dunghil com that word ful ryght ; Thou kanst noght see which thing is wel beset ; Thou ...
Side 40
... quod I. ' Now wel , ' quod he : ' First , I , that in my feet have thee , Of which thou hast a fere and wonder , Am dwellyng with the god of thonder , Whiche that men callen Jupiter , That dooth me flee ful oftë fer To do al hys ...
... quod I. ' Now wel , ' quod he : ' First , I , that in my feet have thee , Of which thou hast a fere and wonder , Am dwellyng with the god of thonder , Whiche that men callen Jupiter , That dooth me flee ful oftë fer To do al hys ...
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... quod he , ' And if this knyght wol sweren how that she This womman slow , yet wole we vs auyse Whom that we wole that shal ben our Iustyse . ' A Briton book , writen with Euangyles , Was fet , and on this book he swor anoon She gilty ...
... quod he , ' And if this knyght wol sweren how that she This womman slow , yet wole we vs auyse Whom that we wole that shal ben our Iustyse . ' A Briton book , writen with Euangyles , Was fet , and on this book he swor anoon She gilty ...
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... quod she , Soth is that thurgh and maydë bright , Marye , womannës eggëment 2 Mankynd was lorn and damned ay to dye , For which thy child was on a croys yrent ; Thy blisful yën seye al his torment ; Than is ther no comparisoun bitwene ...
... quod she , Soth is that thurgh and maydë bright , Marye , womannës eggëment 2 Mankynd was lorn and damned ay to dye , For which thy child was on a croys yrent ; Thy blisful yën seye al his torment ; Than is ther no comparisoun bitwene ...
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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.