Early English Poems, Chaucer to Pope: Chiefly Unabridged; Illustrated with Upwards of Two Hundred Engravings on Wood, from Drawings by Eminent Artists |
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... round was as a belle out of the presse . Somwhat he lisped for his wantonnesse , To make his English swete upon his tonge ; And in his harping , whan that he hadde songe , His eyen twinkeled in his hed aright , As don the sterres in a ...
... round was as a belle out of the presse . Somwhat he lisped for his wantonnesse , To make his English swete upon his tonge ; And in his harping , whan that he hadde songe , His eyen twinkeled in his hed aright , As don the sterres in a ...
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... manciple sette hir aller cappe.5 The REVE was a slendre colerike man , His berd was shave as neighe as ever he can . I Purchasers 2 Tally . 3 Purchase . 4 Learned 5 All their caps . E 25 His here was by his eres round yshorne . His.
... manciple sette hir aller cappe.5 The REVE was a slendre colerike man , His berd was shave as neighe as ever he can . I Purchasers 2 Tally . 3 Purchase . 4 Learned 5 All their caps . E 25 His here was by his eres round yshorne . His.
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... round yshorne . His top was docked like a preest before . Ful longe were his legges , and ful lene , Ylike a staff , ther was no calf ysene . Wel coude he kepe a garner and a binne : Ther was non auditour coude on him winne . Wel wiste ...
... round yshorne . His top was docked like a preest before . Ful longe were his legges , and ful lene , Ylike a staff , ther was no calf ysene . Wel coude he kepe a garner and a binne : Ther was non auditour coude on him winne . Wel wiste ...
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... round , The carver holme , the maple seldom inward sound : Led with delight , they thus beguile the way , Until the blustering storm is overblown , When weening to return , whence they did stray , They cannot find that path which first ...
... round , The carver holme , the maple seldom inward sound : Led with delight , they thus beguile the way , Until the blustering storm is overblown , When weening to return , whence they did stray , They cannot find that path which first ...
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... dismay , Through hidden perils round about me plast : Yet hope I well that , when this storm is past , My Helice , the lodestar of my life , Will. LIKE AS A SHIP . Fair Cynthia's silver light , That beats on running streams.
... dismay , Through hidden perils round about me plast : Yet hope I well that , when this storm is past , My Helice , the lodestar of my life , Will. LIKE AS A SHIP . Fair Cynthia's silver light , That beats on running streams.
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a-Maying ABRAHAM COWLEY afterwards anon beauties became Ben Jonson birds BIRKET FOSTER BOUNTIFUL RATE brave old house breast CANTERBURY CANTERBURY TALES cause dance death delight died doth E. M. WIMPERIS Earl earth educated at Cambridge educated at Oxford eyes fair fairy fayre flowers FRANCIS QUARLES GEORGE WITHER GILES FLETCHER give glory grace green hath heart heaven hire honour hounds JAMES SHIRLEY JOHN GILBERT king L'ALLEGRO lady land live Lord lovers lulla lusty Lute maids Merle merry mind mirth music's neighbours never night Nightingale nought o'er old cap old courtier pale play poems poets poor prison PROLOGUE queen RICHARD LOVELACE ROBERT HERRICK ROBIN GOODFELLOW SAMUEL DANIEL Seint SHAKSPEARE shepherd sing SIR JOHN SUCKLING sleep song soul sport spring sweet swiche Tell thee ther therto thing Thy presence unto wanton Wel coude Westminster Abbey whan wine wolde young courtier youth
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Page 154 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against Fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Page 180 - Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade. Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide: There like a bird it sits, and sings, Then whets and claps its silver wings; And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light.
Page 107 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Page 126 - 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.
Page 142 - WHY so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Page 181 - TWAS at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son: Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate On his imperial throne...
Page 134 - Get up, get up for shame ! the blooming morn Upon her wings presents the god unshorn. See how Aurora throws her fair Fresh-quilted colours through the air: Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herb and tree. Each flower has wept, and bow'd toward the east. Above an hour since ; yet you not drest, Nay ! not so much as out of bed ? When all the birds have matins said, And sung their thankful hymns : 'tis sin, Nay, profanation, to keep in, — Whenas a thousand virgins on this day,...
Page 61 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies ; How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries ? Sure, if that long-with-love-acquainted eyes Can judge of love, thou feel'st a lover's case ; I read it in thy looks ; thy languisht grace To me, that feel the like, thy state descries...
Page 21 - PERSOUN of a toun ; But riche he was of holy thought and werk. He was also a lerned man, a clerk, That Cristes gospel trewely wolde preche ; His parisshens devoutly wolde he teche.
Page 101 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere ; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green.