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... thee forth did bring , Chaucer's influence is wider and deeper than that . We doubt its extent , perhaps , chiefly ... thee sing , All as his straying flocke he fedde : And when his honor has thee redde , Crave pardon for my hardy hedde ...
... thee forth did bring , Chaucer's influence is wider and deeper than that . We doubt its extent , perhaps , chiefly ... thee sing , All as his straying flocke he fedde : And when his honor has thee redde , Crave pardon for my hardy hedde ...
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... thee : Or sicker thy head veray tottie is , So on thy corbe shoulder it leanes amisse . Now thy selfe hast lost both lopp and topp , Als my budding braunch thou wouldst cropp : But were thy yeares greene , as now bene myne , 60 To other ...
... thee : Or sicker thy head veray tottie is , So on thy corbe shoulder it leanes amisse . Now thy selfe hast lost both lopp and topp , Als my budding braunch thou wouldst cropp : But were thy yeares greene , as now bene myne , 60 To other ...
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... thee accloieth , My sinamon smell too much annoieth . Wherefore soone , I rede thee , hence remove , Least thou the price of my displeasure prove . ' So spake this bold Brere with great dis- daine : Little him answered the Oake againe ...
... thee accloieth , My sinamon smell too much annoieth . Wherefore soone , I rede thee , hence remove , Least thou the price of my displeasure prove . ' So spake this bold Brere with great dis- daine : Little him answered the Oake againe ...
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... thee greete , causeth thee weepe and complain . Forlorne , left and forsaken . Attempred to the yeare , agreeable to the sea- son of the yeare , that is Aprill , which moneth is most bent to shoures and seasonable rayne : to quench ...
... thee greete , causeth thee weepe and complain . Forlorne , left and forsaken . Attempred to the yeare , agreeable to the sea- son of the yeare , that is Aprill , which moneth is most bent to shoures and seasonable rayne : to quench ...
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... thee , poore orphane , as he mought me , And send thee joy of thy jollitee . Thy father , ' ( that word she spake with payne ; For a sigh had nigh rent her heart in twaine ) Thy father , had he lived this day , To see the braunche of ...
... thee , poore orphane , as he mought me , And send thee joy of thy jollitee . Thy father , ' ( that word she spake with payne ; For a sigh had nigh rent her heart in twaine ) Thy father , had he lived this day , To see the braunche of ...
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Page 760 - Jove himself, when he a swan would be For love of Leda, whiter did appear: Yet Leda was they say as white as he, Yet not so white as these, nor nothing near.
Page 737 - Arysing forth to run her mighty race, Clad all in white, that seemes a virgin best. So well it her beseemes, that ye would weene Some angell she had beene. Her long loose yellow locks lyke golden wyre...
Page 280 - How oft do they with golden pinions cleave The flitting skyes, like flying pursuivant, Against fowle feendes to ayd us militant! They for us fight, they watch, and dewly ward. And their bright squadrons round about us plant; And all for love, and nothing for reward; O, why should heavenly God to men have such regard ! EDMUND SPENSER.
Page 761 - Thy country may be freed from forraine harmes; And great Elisaes glorious name may ring Through al the world, fil'd with thy wide Alarmes, Which some brave muse may sing To ages following, Upon the Brydale day, which is not long: Sweete Themmes ! runne softly till I end my Song.
Page 740 - And, for the guerdon of theyr glorious merit, May heavenly tabernacles there inherit, Of blessed Saints for to increase the count. So let us rest, sweet love, in hope of this, And cease till then our tymely joyes to sing : The woods no more us answer, nor our eccho ring ! Song ! made in lieu of many ornaments, With which my love should duly have been dect, Which cutting off...
Page 215 - And vanquisht them, unable to withstand: From thence a Faery thee unweeting reft, There as thou slepst in tender swadling band, And her base Elfin brood there for thee left: Such men do chaungelings call, so chaungd by Faeries theft.
Page 502 - So oft as I with state of present time The image of the antique world compare, When as mans age was in his freshest prime, And the first blossome of faire vertue bare; Such oddes I finde twixt those, and these which are, As that, through long continuance of his course, Me seemes the world is runne quite out of square From the first point of his appointed sourse; And being once amisse growes daily wourse and wourse: II.
Page 732 - Not so, quod I ; let baser things devize To dy in dust, but you shall live by fame : My verse your vertues rare shall Eternize, And in the hevens wryte your glorious name. Where, whenas death shall all the world subdew, Our love shall live, and later life renew.
Page 761 - An house of auncient fame. There when they came, whereas those bricky towres, The which on Themmes brode aged backe doe ryde, Where now the studious Lawyers have their bowers There whylome wont the Templer Knights to byde...
Page 101 - Full little knowest thou that hast not tride, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To loose good dayes, that might be better spent; To wast long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to day, to be put back to morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with feare and sorrow...