Three Centuries of English Poetry: Being Selections from Chaucer to HerrickRosaline Orme Masson |
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... followed the Conquest is , in truth , little more than an account of how and to what degree French culture acted upon the English mind . But at length the period had arrived when English poetry , retaining in it all that it had acquired ...
... followed the Conquest is , in truth , little more than an account of how and to what degree French culture acted upon the English mind . But at length the period had arrived when English poetry , retaining in it all that it had acquired ...
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... followed , and coud no good . It came , and crept to me as low Right as it hadde me y - know , Held down his head and joined his ears And laid all smoothè down his hairs . I would have caught it ; and anon It fleddè , and was fro me ...
... followed , and coud no good . It came , and crept to me as low Right as it hadde me y - know , Held down his head and joined his ears And laid all smoothè down his hairs . I would have caught it ; and anon It fleddè , and was fro me ...
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... followed aye , Right as an hunter can abide1 The beast , till he seeth his tide To shooten at goodness to the deer , When that him needeth go no near . And so befell , I rested me Beside a well under a tree , Which tree in France men ...
... followed aye , Right as an hunter can abide1 The beast , till he seeth his tide To shooten at goodness to the deer , When that him needeth go no near . And so befell , I rested me Beside a well under a tree , Which tree in France men ...
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... followed it himselve . THE PLOWMAN . WITH him3 there was a Plowman , was his brother , That had y - laid of dong full many a fother ; * And a true swinker5 and a good was he , Living in peace and perfit charity . God loved he best with ...
... followed it himselve . THE PLOWMAN . WITH him3 there was a Plowman , was his brother , That had y - laid of dong full many a fother ; * And a true swinker5 and a good was he , Living in peace and perfit charity . God loved he best with ...
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... followed her fast there till 8 assail , And to her took gude keep . " Abide , abide , thou fair Mawkin : Ae word for onything ; For all my love it shall be thine Withouten departing ! All haill thy heart for to have mine Is all my ...
... followed her fast there till 8 assail , And to her took gude keep . " Abide , abide , thou fair Mawkin : Ae word for onything ; For all my love it shall be thine Withouten departing ! All haill thy heart for to have mine Is all my ...
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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 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...
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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 272 - Go, soul, the body's guest, Upon a thankless errand ! Fear not to touch the best, The truth shall be thy warrant Go, since I needs must die, And give the world the lie.
Page 330 - Tu-whit, 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 crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit, tu-who...
Page 331 - Although thy breath be rude. Heigh-ho ! sing, heigh-ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly : Then, heigh-ho, the holly ! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not.
Page 326 - Tired with all these for restful death I cry, As to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimmed 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 miscalled simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill.
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: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!