The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by Various Writers and a General Introduction, Volume 1Macmillan, 1895 - English poetry |
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... written in imprisonment at Windsor The Means to attain Happy Life A Praise of his Love An Epitaph on Clere • On the Death of Sir Thomas Wyatt GEORGE GASCOIGNE ( 1536 ? -1577 ) The Arraignment of a Lover • 7. Churton Collins 255 · 257 ...
... written in imprisonment at Windsor The Means to attain Happy Life A Praise of his Love An Epitaph on Clere • On the Death of Sir Thomas Wyatt GEORGE GASCOIGNE ( 1536 ? -1577 ) The Arraignment of a Lover • 7. Churton Collins 255 · 257 ...
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... writing : ' And long it was not after , when I was confirmed in this opinion , that he , who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things , ought himself to be a true poem , ' — we pro- nounce that such ...
... writing : ' And long it was not after , when I was confirmed in this opinion , that he , who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things , ought himself to be a true poem , ' — we pro- nounce that such ...
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... written in those languages . His Latin studies included Boethius , whose book De Consolatione Philosophiae he ... writing about a third person . Besides , it is not certain that Chaucer had read Horace . No ' long study and great love ...
... written in those languages . His Latin studies included Boethius , whose book De Consolatione Philosophiae he ... writing about a third person . Besides , it is not certain that Chaucer had read Horace . No ' long study and great love ...
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... written for the people in their own speech , but containing a greater proportion of French words than Chaucer's writings contain . And yet Chaucer is a courtier , a Londoner , perhaps partly French by extraction ; above all , he is a ...
... written for the people in their own speech , but containing a greater proportion of French words than Chaucer's writings contain . And yet Chaucer is a courtier , a Londoner , perhaps partly French by extraction ; above all , he is a ...
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... written , according to internal evi- dence , by a lady , and about 1450 , follows out a fancy of French origin which had already in Chaucer's time found its way into the stock poetical material of the age , and to which he makes ...
... written , according to internal evi- dence , by a lady , and about 1450 , follows out a fancy of French origin which had already in Chaucer's time found its way into the stock poetical material of the age , and to which he makes ...
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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.