Three Centuries of English Poetry: Being Selections from Chaucer to HerrickRosaline Orme Masson |
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... after Shakespeare himself through his plays and poems has been more successful than unbelieving stupidity will yet admit ; and , as far back as the very horizon of modern English , all do see , more GENERAL PREFACE . xi.
... after Shakespeare himself through his plays and poems has been more successful than unbelieving stupidity will yet admit ; and , as far back as the very horizon of modern English , all do see , more GENERAL PREFACE . xi.
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... play . And the poetry of the Anglo - Normans , although its authors were in many cases of English birth , and among them are included some of the Norman kings of England , is regarded as alien , and as belonging more to the early ...
... play . And the poetry of the Anglo - Normans , although its authors were in many cases of English birth , and among them are included some of the Norman kings of England , is regarded as alien , and as belonging more to the early ...
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... play so womanly , And look so debonairely , So goodly speak and so friendly , That , certes , I trow that nevermore N'as seen so blissful a tresore . For every hair on her head Sooth to say , it was not red , Ne neither yellow , ne ...
... play so womanly , And look so debonairely , So goodly speak and so friendly , That , certes , I trow that nevermore N'as seen so blissful a tresore . For every hair on her head Sooth to say , it was not red , Ne neither yellow , ne ...
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... play Saw I her onès eke full blissfully ; And yonder onès to me gan she say : ' Now , good sweet , loveth me well , I pray ! ' And yond so goodly9 gan she me behold That to the death mine heart is to her hold.10 And at the corner , in ...
... play Saw I her onès eke full blissfully ; And yonder onès to me gan she say : ' Now , good sweet , loveth me well , I pray ! ' And yond so goodly9 gan she me behold That to the death mine heart is to her hold.10 And at the corner , in ...
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... playing , The small fowles ' song hearkening , That painèd them full many a pair To sing on bowès blossomed fair . Jolif and gay , full of gladness , Toward a river gan I me dress , 9 That I heard rennè fastè by . For fairer playing ...
... playing , The small fowles ' song hearkening , That painèd them full many a pair To sing on bowès blossomed fair . Jolif and gay , full of gladness , Toward a river gan I me dress , 9 That I heard rennè fastè by . For fairer playing ...
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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.
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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 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!