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... Gone , devoted himself . 157 Fiddle . 164 The portico of St. Paul's , where lawyers met . 158 Rather . 181 Meaning . 158 Psaltery . 102 Tending to . 159 Get . 163 Wary . 165 Full . He seemed swich , his wordes weren GEOFFREY CHAUCER 19.
... Gone , devoted himself . 157 Fiddle . 164 The portico of St. Paul's , where lawyers met . 158 Rather . 181 Meaning . 158 Psaltery . 102 Tending to . 159 Get . 163 Wary . 165 Full . He seemed swich , his wordes weren GEOFFREY CHAUCER 19.
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... , every hour . 23 Locked in every limb . popular song . 19 Indented . 20 Toes . 21 Burnished . 924 22 Called . 24 My dear is gone away ' -— a line from a 26 Troubled . 25 That . I pray yow , that ye take it nat agrief GEOFFREY CHAUCER.
... , every hour . 23 Locked in every limb . popular song . 19 Indented . 20 Toes . 21 Burnished . 924 22 Called . 24 My dear is gone away ' -— a line from a 26 Troubled . 25 That . I pray yow , that ye take it nat agrief GEOFFREY CHAUCER.
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... Gone . 138 Write . 137 Notorious fact . 139 Thread of my story . 140 Fox with black tips . 141 Dwelt . 142 145 About 10.30 A. M. 143 Where . 144 Herbs . 133 Befel 188 As . Premeditated . 148 Flew . That thilke day was perilous to thee ...
... Gone . 138 Write . 137 Notorious fact . 139 Thread of my story . 140 Fox with black tips . 141 Dwelt . 142 145 About 10.30 A. M. 143 Where . 144 Herbs . 133 Befel 188 As . Premeditated . 148 Flew . That thilke day was perilous to thee ...
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... gone , And lang she's knocked and sair she ca'd , But answer got she none . 66 open the door , Love Gregor , " she says , " O open , and let me in ; For the win blaws thro my yellow hair , " And the rain draps oer my chin . " Awa , awa ...
... gone , And lang she's knocked and sair she ca'd , But answer got she none . 66 open the door , Love Gregor , " she says , " O open , and let me in ; For the win blaws thro my yellow hair , " And the rain draps oer my chin . " Awa , awa ...
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... gone down to yon shore - side , As fast as he could fare ; He saw Fair Annie in her boat , But the wind it tossed her sair . And " Hey , Annie ! " and " How , Annie ! O Annie , winna ye bide ? " But ay the mair that he cried Annie , The ...
... gone down to yon shore - side , As fast as he could fare ; He saw Fair Annie in her boat , But the wind it tossed her sair . And " Hey , Annie ! " and " How , Annie ! O Annie , winna ye bide ? " But ay the mair that he cried Annie , The ...
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Page 292 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Page 425 - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen: Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Page 264 - 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 261 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted...
Page 450 - But knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Kich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll Chill penury repress'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul. " Full many a gem of purest ray serene. The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear ; Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
Page 300 - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart And thy crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever: Thou that mak'st...
Page 452 - For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour"d dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led. Some kindred spirit shall enquire thy fate,— Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, "Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Page 275 - Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority, And folly, doctor-like, controlling skill, And simple truth miscall'd simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill : Tired with all these,...
Page 453 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Page 399 - Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow, While organs yet were mute, Timotheus, to his breathing flute And sounding lyre Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.