Three centuries of English poetry: selections from Chaucer to Herrick, with intr. and notes by R.O. MassonRosaline Orme Masson |
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... golden skies : Would I were Heaven ! I would behold Thee then with all mine eyes . " Turberville . " And there that Shepherd of the Ocean is . " Spenser . " For of the soul the body form doth take GENERAL PREFACE . vii.
... golden skies : Would I were Heaven ! I would behold Thee then with all mine eyes . " Turberville . " And there that Shepherd of the Ocean is . " Spenser . " For of the soul the body form doth take GENERAL PREFACE . vii.
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... The Bag of the Bee The Squirrel Hunt 383 Cherry Ripe Mona . 384 Upon a Child that Died The Golden Age 384 To Electra To Dianeme ROBERT HERRICK 386 To the Rose · Fair Daffodils · 387 His Litany to the Holy Spirit · xxii CONTENTS .
... The Bag of the Bee The Squirrel Hunt 383 Cherry Ripe Mona . 384 Upon a Child that Died The Golden Age 384 To Electra To Dianeme ROBERT HERRICK 386 To the Rose · Fair Daffodils · 387 His Litany to the Holy Spirit · xxii CONTENTS .
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... golden silence in the air of England . The age , too , in which Chaucer lived immediately succeeded one of the most brilliant in European literary history . To the Romances of the French Trouvères -the Arthurian Romances , the Romances ...
... golden silence in the air of England . The age , too , in which Chaucer lived immediately succeeded one of the most brilliant in European literary history . To the Romances of the French Trouvères -the Arthurian Romances , the Romances ...
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... golden - tressèd Phoebus high on loft Thrice haddè allè with his beamès clear The snowès molt , 3 and Zephyrus as oft Y - brought again the tender leavès green , Since that the son of Hecuba the queen Began to love her first , for whom ...
... golden - tressèd Phoebus high on loft Thrice haddè allè with his beamès clear The snowès molt , 3 and Zephyrus as oft Y - brought again the tender leavès green , Since that the son of Hecuba the queen Began to love her first , for whom ...
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... golden clarioun ; Through the world went the soun All so kindly and eke so soft That their fame was blown aloft . . . With that I gan about to wend ; For one that stood right at my back , Me thought , full goodly to me spake , And saidè ...
... golden clarioun ; Through the world went the soun All so kindly and eke so soft That their fame was blown aloft . . . With that I gan about to wend ; For one that stood right at my back , Me thought , full goodly to me spake , And saidè ...
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Page 331 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Page 387 - Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old time is still a-flying, And this same flower that smiles to-day, Tomorrow will be dying.
Page 356 - Yet must I not give Nature all; thy Art My gentle Shakespeare, must enjoy a part. For though the poet's matter nature be, His art doth give the fashion; and, that he Who casts to write a living line, must sweat, (Such as thine are) and strike the second heat Upon the Muses...
Page 271 - Give me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon. My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage; And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.
Page 329 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Page 327 - Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fortune...
Page 274 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust!
Page 333 - Fear no more the heat o' the sun Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages; Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Page 324 - Time's glory is to calm contending kings, To unmask falsehood, and bring truth to light, To stamp the seal of time in aged things, To wake the morn, and sentinel the night, To wrong the wronger till he render right ; To ruinate proud buildings with thy hours, And smear with dust their glittering golden towers : 1 To fill with worm-holes stately monuments, To feed oblivion with decay of things, To blot old books, and alter their contents, To pluck the quills from ancient ravens...
Page 360 - Weep with me, all you that read This little story : And know, for whom a tear you shed Death's self is sorry. 'Twas a child that so did thrive In grace and feature, As heaven and nature seemed to strive Which owned the creature.