Chaucer to BurnsWilliam James Linton C. Scribner's Sons, 1883 |
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Side 3
... doth a crockè with a wall ! Deemè thyself , that deemest other's deed ! And truth thee shall deliver , it is no dread . That thee is sent receive in buxomness ! The wrestling of this world asketh a fall . Here is no home , here is but ...
... doth a crockè with a wall ! Deemè thyself , that deemest other's deed ! And truth thee shall deliver , it is no dread . That thee is sent receive in buxomness ! The wrestling of this world asketh a fall . Here is no home , here is but ...
Side 12
... doth parch the green , Or where his beams do not dissolve the ice , In temperate heat where he is felt and seen ; In presence press'd of people , mad or wise ; Set me in high , or yet in low degree ; In longest night , or in the ...
... doth parch the green , Or where his beams do not dissolve the ice , In temperate heat where he is felt and seen ; In presence press'd of people , mad or wise ; Set me in high , or yet in low degree ; In longest night , or in the ...
Side 13
... doth bathe in bliss that hath a quiet mind ; And , clear from worldly cares , to dream can be content The sweetest time in all this life in thinking to be spent . The body subject is to fickle Fortune's power , And to a million of ...
... doth bathe in bliss that hath a quiet mind ; And , clear from worldly cares , to dream can be content The sweetest time in all this life in thinking to be spent . The body subject is to fickle Fortune's power , And to a million of ...
Side 15
... doth the rose , Within her lively face . At Bacchus ' feast none shall her meet , Ne at no wanton play , Nor gazing in an open street , Nor gadding as a stray . The modest mirth that she doth use Is mix'd with shamefacedness ; All vice she ...
... doth the rose , Within her lively face . At Bacchus ' feast none shall her meet , Ne at no wanton play , Nor gazing in an open street , Nor gadding as a stray . The modest mirth that she doth use Is mix'd with shamefacedness ; All vice she ...
Side 16
... doth say the heart of stone . Why thus my love so kind bespeak Sweet lip , sweet eye , sweet blushing cheek ; Yet not a heart to ease my pain ? O Venus ! take thy gifts again : Make not so fair to cause our moan , Or make a heart that's ...
... doth say the heart of stone . Why thus my love so kind bespeak Sweet lip , sweet eye , sweet blushing cheek ; Yet not a heart to ease my pain ? O Venus ! take thy gifts again : Make not so fair to cause our moan , Or make a heart that's ...
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Ae fond kiss Æneid beauty bel ami BEN JONSON birds bless'd blushing bonnie breast breath bright Chaucer cheeks CLORINDA Corydon crown Cuckoo dear death delight divine dost doth earth eyes fair fate fear fire flame flowers FRANCIS BEAUMONT FRANCIS DAVISON GILES FLETCHER glory golden grace grief hair hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly JEAN ELLIOT joys King kiss Lady light lilies lips live look Love is dead Love's lovers Lycidas Maid melancholy merry mind Mistress Muse N'oserez-vous ne'er never night nonny nought numbers Nymphs o'er pity play pleasure poems poet praise Queen RICHARD BROME roses shade shepherds shine sigh sight sing sleep smile song sonnets sorrow soul Spring stars sweet tears Tell thine thing thou art thought Tottel's Miscellany true love unto verse virtue WALTER DAVISON weep wind wings wither woods wooing o't wrote
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Side 109 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Side 227 - 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 106 - 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 Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! &c.
Side 263 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Side 264 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame...
Side 104 - 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 290 - ... eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire ? And what shoulder and what art Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And, when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand and what dread feet? What the hammer? What the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? What dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears, And water'd heaven with...
Side 206 - Hermes, or unsphere The spirit of Plato, to unfold What worlds or what vast regions hold The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook...
Side 111 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Side 129 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.