Specimens of the British Poets: Chaucer, 1400, to Beaumont, 1628Thomas Campbell John Murray, 1819 - Authors, English |
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... gave testimony to a fact which he witnessed in that kingdom in the capacity of a sol- dier . But the expedition of that year , which ended in the peace of Bretigné , gave little opportunity of seeing military service ; and he certainly ...
... gave testimony to a fact which he witnessed in that kingdom in the capacity of a sol- dier . But the expedition of that year , which ended in the peace of Bretigné , gave little opportunity of seeing military service ; and he certainly ...
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... gave out their deepest shadows and strongest colouring by the morning light of civilization . An unobtrusive but sufficient contrast is supported between the characters , as between the demure prioress and the genial wife of Bath , the ...
... gave out their deepest shadows and strongest colouring by the morning light of civilization . An unobtrusive but sufficient contrast is supported between the characters , as between the demure prioress and the genial wife of Bath , the ...
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... Gave . 2 Mr. Tyrwhitt supposes , that this should be righelles , i . e . out of the rules by which the monks were bound . 3 Mad . 4 Toil . 5 Biddeth . 6 Hard rider . 7 Wrought on the edge . 8 A fine kind of fur . 9 Deep in the head ...
... Gave . 2 Mr. Tyrwhitt supposes , that this should be righelles , i . e . out of the rules by which the monks were bound . 3 Mad . 4 Toil . 5 Biddeth . 6 Hard rider . 7 Wrought on the edge . 8 A fine kind of fur . 9 Deep in the head ...
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... gave , he dorstè make avant , He wistè that a man was repentànt . For many a man so hard is of his herte , He may not wepe although him sorè smerte . 1 Knew . make a boast . 2 Have . 3 Poor . 4 Shriven . 5 Durst Therfòre in stede of ...
... gave , he dorstè make avant , He wistè that a man was repentànt . For many a man so hard is of his herte , He may not wepe although him sorè smerte . 1 Knew . make a boast . 2 Have . 3 Poor . 4 Shriven . 5 Durst Therfòre in stede of ...
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... gave a certain fermè for the grant , Non of his bretheren came in his haunt . For though a widewe haddè but a shoo , ( So plesant was his in principio ) Yet wold he have a ferthing or he went . His pourchas7 was wel better than his rent ...
... gave a certain fermè for the grant , Non of his bretheren came in his haunt . For though a widewe haddè but a shoo , ( So plesant was his in principio ) Yet wold he have a ferthing or he went . His pourchas7 was wel better than his rent ...
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Page 283 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth "s unknown, although his height be taken.
Page 160 - Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold; A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Page 111 - Forget not yet the tried intent Of such a truth as I have meant ; My great travail so gladly spent, Forget not yet ! Forget not yet when first began The weary life ye know, since whan The suit, the service none tell can ; Forget not yet ! Forget not yet the great assays, The cruel wrong...
Page 122 - The turtle to her make hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings; The fishes flete with new repaired scale.
Page 235 - With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin : All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love ! has she done this to thee ? What shall, alas ! become of me...
Page 340 - So high in thoughts as I : You left a kiss Upon these lips then, which I mean to keep From you for ever. I did hear you talk Far above singing ! After you were gone, I grew acquainted with my heart, and search'd What stirr'd it so : Alas ! I found it love ; Yet far from lust ; for could I but have lived In presence of you, I had had my end.
Page 219 - Tell zeal it lacks devotion, Tell love it is but lust, Tell time it is but motion, Tell flesh it is but dust ; And wish them not reply, For thou must give the lie.
Page 283 - 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.
Page 20 - And bathed every veyne in swich licour. Of which vertu engendred is the flour; Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth Inspired hath in every holt and heeth The tendre croppes...
Page 283 - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give ! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye 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.