The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by Various Writers and a General Introduction, Volume 1Macmillan, 1895 - English poetry |
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... hath God , thanked be his mercy , made me , that your misery toucheth me not , neither doth the flame of this fire strike me .'- Inferno , ii . 91-3 . 5 In His will is our peace .'- Paradiso , iii . 85 . Take of Shakespeare a line or ...
... hath God , thanked be his mercy , made me , that your misery toucheth me not , neither doth the flame of this fire strike me .'- Inferno , ii . 91-3 . 5 In His will is our peace .'- Paradiso , iii . 85 . Take of Shakespeare a line or ...
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... hath Æneas yknyled soo , And tolde her al his herte and al his woo ; And sworn so depë to hire to be trewe For wele or woo , and chaungë for noo newe , And as a fals lover so wel kan pleyne That sely Dido rewed on his peyne , And toke ...
... hath Æneas yknyled soo , And tolde her al his herte and al his woo ; And sworn so depë to hire to be trewe For wele or woo , and chaungë for noo newe , And as a fals lover so wel kan pleyne That sely Dido rewed on his peyne , And toke ...
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... hath such skarsetë ' ; or on the ' linked sweetness ' of the love - passages in the Troylus ; or on the grandeur of his tragic descriptions , where the sound gives so solemn an echo to the sense : - First on the wal was peynted a forest ...
... hath such skarsetë ' ; or on the ' linked sweetness ' of the love - passages in the Troylus ; or on the grandeur of his tragic descriptions , where the sound gives so solemn an echo to the sense : - First on the wal was peynted a forest ...
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... hath proved and doth yit ; For this trowe I ye knowen alle and some , Men reden not that folk han gretter wit Than thei that hath ben most with love ynome " ; And strengest folk ben therwith overcome , The worthiest and the grettest of ...
... hath proved and doth yit ; For this trowe I ye knowen alle and some , Men reden not that folk han gretter wit Than thei that hath ben most with love ynome " ; And strengest folk ben therwith overcome , The worthiest and the grettest of ...
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... Hath right now put to flyght the Grekës route . ' 6 With that gan al hire meyné for to shoute : ' A ! go we se , caste up the yatës wide , For thorwgh this strete he moot to paleys ryde ; ' 1 wand . • break . 2 bursts , breaks . 3 ...
... Hath right now put to flyght the Grekës route . ' 6 With that gan al hire meyné for to shoute : ' A ! go we se , caste up the yatës wide , For thorwgh this strete he moot to paleys ryde ; ' 1 wand . • break . 2 bursts , breaks . 3 ...
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Page 459 - 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 456 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Page 450 - ... key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since, seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet. So is the time that keeps you as my chest, Or as the wardrobe which the robe doth hide, To make some special instant special blest, By new unfolding his imprison'd pride.
Page 457 - If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Page 416 - With coral clasps and amber studs; And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Page 459 - Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go. And be you blithe and bonny ; ' Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Page 292 - Crosse he bore, The deare remembrance of his dying Lord, For whose sweete sake that glorious badge he wore, And dead as living ever him ador'd: Upon his shield the like was also scor'd...
Page 228 - There lived a wife at Usher's Well, And a wealthy wife was she; She had three stout and stalwart sons, And sent them o'er the sea. They hadna been a week from her, A week but barely ane, When word came to the carline wife That her three sons were gane.
Page 450 - 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. 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 490 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with age 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.