Early English poems, Chaucer to Pope1863 |
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Стр. 15
... tell I no lenger tale . A FRANKELEIN was in this compagnie ; White was his berd , as is the dayesie . Of his complexion he was sanguin . Wel loved he by the morwe a sop in win . To liven in delit was ever his wone , For he was Epicures ...
... tell I no lenger tale . A FRANKELEIN was in this compagnie ; White was his berd , as is the dayesie . Of his complexion he was sanguin . Wel loved he by the morwe a sop in win . To liven in delit was ever his wone , For he was Epicures ...
Стр. 27
... tell , Beside a toun , men clepen Baldeswell . Tucked he was , as is a frere , aboute , And ever he rode the hinderest of the route . A SOMPNOUR was ther with us in that place , That hadde a fire - red cherubinnes face , For sausefleme ...
... tell , Beside a toun , men clepen Baldeswell . Tucked he was , as is a frere , aboute , And ever he rode the hinderest of the route . A SOMPNOUR was ther with us in that place , That hadde a fire - red cherubinnes face , For sausefleme ...
Стр. 37
... tell he must his tale as was reson , But forword , and by composition , As ye han herd ; what nedeth wordes mo ? And whan this good man saw that it was so , As he that wise was and obedient To keep his forword by his free assent , He ...
... tell he must his tale as was reson , But forword , and by composition , As ye han herd ; what nedeth wordes mo ? And whan this good man saw that it was so , As he that wise was and obedient To keep his forword by his free assent , He ...
Стр. 53
... tell how true thou art , Blame not my Lute ! Blame but thyself that hast misdone , And well deserved to have blame ; Change thou thy way , so evil begone , And then my Lute shall sound that same ; But if till then my fingers play , By ...
... tell how true thou art , Blame not my Lute ! Blame but thyself that hast misdone , And well deserved to have blame ; Change thou thy way , so evil begone , And then my Lute shall sound that same ; But if till then my fingers play , By ...
Стр. 61
... Can judge of love , thou feel'st a lover's case ; I read it in thy looks , thy languish'd grace To me that feel the like thy state descries . Then , even of fellowship , O Moon , tell 61 Sir Philip Sidney Sir Philip Sidney.
... Can judge of love , thou feel'st a lover's case ; I read it in thy looks , thy languish'd grace To me that feel the like thy state descries . Then , even of fellowship , O Moon , tell 61 Sir Philip Sidney Sir Philip Sidney.
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afterwards anon beauty became BEN JONSON berd birds BIRKET FOSTER born CHRISTOPHER MARLOW Court death delight died doth E. M. WIMPERIS Earl EDMUND SPENSER educated at Cambridge educated at Oxford eyen eyes Faerie Queene fair flowers GEORGE THOMAS GEORGE WITHER GILES FLETCHER give grace green gret hast hath heart heaven hire honour Hudibras James JOHN GILBERT JOHN LYDGATE king lady live London Lord love is lost Lovis service lusty Lute Merle merry mind mirth neighbours night Nightingale nought o'er old cap poems poor prison Queen rede RICHARD LOVELACE ROBERT GREENE SAMUEL DANIEL sayn Seint SHAKSPEARE shal shepherd swain shulde sing SIR PHILIP SIDNEY sleep smale song soul spring swiche tale Tell tellen thee therto thing thou took unto wanton Wel coude Westminster Westminster Abbey whan wight wine Withouten wolde young courtier youth
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Стр. 159 - 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 honor more.
Стр. 164 - 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. 129 - An ambassador is an honest man, sent to lie abroad for the good of his country.
Стр. 193 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequered shade, And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday...
Стр. 125 - 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.
Стр. 64 - As it fell upon a day, In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made...
Стр. 260 - 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.
Стр. 225 - Honour but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying; If the world be worth thy winning, Think, O think, it worth enjoying: Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee!
Стр. 196 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit, or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Стр. 68 - 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.