Chaucer to BurnsWilliam James Linton C. Scribner's Sons, 1883 |
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Side viii
... True Cross ; a second , entitled Juliana , based on the legend of that martyr in the days of the Emperor Maximian ; and a third , which was rather a series of religious poems than a single poem , entitled Christ . There are several ...
... True Cross ; a second , entitled Juliana , based on the legend of that martyr in the days of the Emperor Maximian ; and a third , which was rather a series of religious poems than a single poem , entitled Christ . There are several ...
Side xvii
... true and the first great poet of England , the Father of English Poetry , Geoffrey Chaucer . The poetry of Chaucer is the noblest monument of English genius until we come to Shakespeare . His editors help us in tracing it back to some ...
... true and the first great poet of England , the Father of English Poetry , Geoffrey Chaucer . The poetry of Chaucer is the noblest monument of English genius until we come to Shakespeare . His editors help us in tracing it back to some ...
Side xxix
... true . But neither did his contemporaries perceive its capacity . Grimoald , who employed it dur- ing the first decade after his death , and Sackville , who employed it during the first half of the second decade , and Gascoigne , who ...
... true . But neither did his contemporaries perceive its capacity . Grimoald , who employed it dur- ing the first decade after his death , and Sackville , who employed it during the first half of the second decade , and Gascoigne , who ...
Side xl
... true of the Elizabethan poets - they were a nest of singing birds . They put their souls into their songs as never poets before or since , and they enriched them with every poetic quality -with simplicity and freshness , sweetness and ...
... true of the Elizabethan poets - they were a nest of singing birds . They put their souls into their songs as never poets before or since , and they enriched them with every poetic quality -with simplicity and freshness , sweetness and ...
Side xliii
... love faithfully THOMAS , LORD VAUX : Of a contented spirit ..... NICOLAS GRIMOALD : A true Love . JOHN HEYWOOD : A Praise of his Lady .... PAGE 3 5 67 789 9 II 12 12 13 13 14 JOHN HARINGTON : The Heart of stone GEORGE GASCOIGNE :
... love faithfully THOMAS , LORD VAUX : Of a contented spirit ..... NICOLAS GRIMOALD : A true Love . JOHN HEYWOOD : A Praise of his Lady .... PAGE 3 5 67 789 9 II 12 12 13 13 14 JOHN HARINGTON : The Heart of stone GEORGE GASCOIGNE :
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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.