The Centuries' Poetry: Chaucer to ShakespeareDenys Kilham Roberts Penguin Books, 1950 - English poetry |
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... Season of Love is past Ye old mule ! that think yourself so fair , Leave off with craft and beauty to repair , For it is time without any fable ; No man setteth now by riding in your saddle ! Too much travail so do your train appair Ye ...
... Season of Love is past Ye old mule ! that think yourself so fair , Leave off with craft and beauty to repair , For it is time without any fable ; No man setteth now by riding in your saddle ! Too much travail so do your train appair Ye ...
Page 156
... season of these years , And learn to gather flowers before they wither ; And where the sweetest blossom first appears Let love and youth conduct thy pleasures thither . Lighten forth smiles to clear the clouded air , And calm the ...
... season of these years , And learn to gather flowers before they wither ; And where the sweetest blossom first appears Let love and youth conduct thy pleasures thither . Lighten forth smiles to clear the clouded air , And calm the ...
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... Seasons of the year 20 97 So now my year draws to his latter term Spring , the sweet Spring , is the year's pleasant ... season , that bud and bloom forth brings The world's a bubble , and the life of man 106 139 69 64 165 There is a ...
... Seasons of the year 20 97 So now my year draws to his latter term Spring , the sweet Spring , is the year's pleasant ... season , that bud and bloom forth brings The world's a bubble , and the life of man 106 139 69 64 165 There is a ...
Contents
GEOFFREY CHAUCER | 13 |
From The Nuns Priests Tale | 33 |
Chaucers Wordes unto Adam His Own Scriveyn | 39 |
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Adieu beauty behold birds bower bridal day bright CHIDIOCK TICHBORNE Clerk Saunders cloak Cuckoo Cupid dead dear death delight derry dost doth EARL earth echo ring end my song eyes fair Faustus fear flowers FRANCIS BEAUMONT garland gentle GEORGE GASCOIGNE glory gold goodly green Greensleeves grief Hark hast hath heart heaven Helen Henry Hey derry JOSHUA SYLVESTER King kiss lady light lilies live London Lord love's Love's Labour's Lost lovers loves such sweet lulla lusty married merry never night pain Phyllida flouts play poems Queen RICHARD BARNFIELD rose run softly sail shalt shepherd swain sigh sight silver sing Sir Patrick Spens sleep Sonnet sorrow soul Speech spring St John's College sweet desires gain Sweet Thames Tamburlaine thee thine things THOMAS LODGE thou wouldst Timor mortis conturbat tower unto Venus waly weep wind wise wouldst not love yolp