Favourite English Poems: Chaucer to Pope, 1350-1700Sampson Low, Son & Company, 1863 |
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... 8 And smale foules maken melodie , That slepen alle night with open eye , 6 1 Sweet . 5 Flower , 2 Pierced . 6.Sun . 3 Root . 4 Such . 7 Run . 8 Small birds . B So priketh hem ' nature in hir ' corages ; Geoffrey Chaucer.
... 8 And smale foules maken melodie , That slepen alle night with open eye , 6 1 Sweet . 5 Flower , 2 Pierced . 6.Sun . 3 Root . 4 Such . 7 Run . 8 Small birds . B So priketh hem ' nature in hir ' corages ; Geoffrey Chaucer.
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... heavenly hand , If ye a goddess be , and that ye like. This garden full of flowers as they stand ? What shall I think , alas ! what reverence Shall I mister unto your excellence ? BY HENRY HOWARD , EARL OF SURREY . WHILE A PRISONER . 39.
... heavenly hand , If ye a goddess be , and that ye like. This garden full of flowers as they stand ? What shall I think , alas ! what reverence Shall I mister unto your excellence ? BY HENRY HOWARD , EARL OF SURREY . WHILE A PRISONER . 39.
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... flower jonets , And other of shape , like to the flower jonets ; And above all this , there was , well I wot , Beauty enough to make a world to doat . About her neck , white as the fire amail , A goodly chain of small orfevory , Whereby ...
... flower jonets , And other of shape , like to the flower jonets ; And above all this , there was , well I wot , Beauty enough to make a world to doat . About her neck , white as the fire amail , A goodly chain of small orfevory , Whereby ...
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... flowers ' bale : And thus I see among these pleasant things Each care decays , and yet my sorrow springs . " I CANNOT EAT BUT LITTLE MEAT . " BY BISHOP STILL , [ A Convivial Song , by Bishop STILL ; written about the year 1565 . Little ...
... flowers ' bale : And thus I see among these pleasant things Each care decays , and yet my sorrow springs . " I CANNOT EAT BUT LITTLE MEAT . " BY BISHOP STILL , [ A Convivial Song , by Bishop STILL ; written about the year 1565 . Little ...
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... flowers and a kirtle , Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle : A gown made of the finest wool , Which from our pretty lambs we pull ; Fair lined slippers for the cold , With buckles of the purest gold : A belt of straw and ivy buds ...
... flowers and a kirtle , Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle : A gown made of the finest wool , Which from our pretty lambs we pull ; Fair lined slippers for the cold , With buckles of the purest gold : A belt of straw and ivy buds ...
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afterwards anon beauty became BEN JONSON berd birds BIRKET FOSTER born Canterbury CANTERBURY TALES CHRISTOPHER MARLOW death delight died doth E. M. WIMPERIS Earl EDMUND SPENSER educated at Cambridge educated at Oxford eyen eyes Faerie Queene fair fairy fear flowers GEORGE THOMAS GEORGE WITHER GILES FLETCHER give grace green gret hast hath heart heaven hire honour Hudibras JOHN GILBERT JOHN LYDGATE king lady live Lord love is lost Love makis lovers Lovis service lulla lullaby lusty Lute Merle merry mind mirth night Nightingale nought o'er old cap poems prison Queen rede RICHARD LOVELACE ROBERT GREENE SAMUEL DANIEL Seint SHAKSPEARE shal shepherd swain shulde sing SIR PHILIP SIDNEY sleep smale song soul speke spring sweet desires gain swiche tale Tell tellen thee therto thing thou unto wanton Wel coude Westminster Abbey whan wight Withouten wolde young courtier youth
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Стр. 176 - 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.
Стр. 223 - Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind 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.
Стр. 248 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure: Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure, Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain; Fought all his battles o'er again, And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain!
Стр. 74 - And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle.
Стр. 72 - But if Fortune once do frown, Then farewell his great renown ; They that fawn'd on him before Use his company no more. He that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need : If thou sorrow, he will weep ; If thou wake, he cannot sleep ; Thus of every grief in heart He with thee doth bear a part. These are certain signs to know Faithful friend from flattering foe.
Стр. 245 - 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...
Стр. 144 - 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,...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 285 - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. What though, in solemn silence, all Move round the dark terrestrial ball?
Стр. 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...