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A gown made of the finest wool , Which from our pretty lambs we pull ; Fair lined
slippers for the cold , With buckles of the purest gold . . A belt of straw and ivy
buds , With coral clasps and amber studs : ! And if these pleasures may thee
move ...
A gown made of the finest wool , Which from our pretty lambs we pull ; Fair lined
slippers for the cold , With buckles of the purest gold . . A belt of straw and ivy
buds , With coral clasps and amber studs : ! And if these pleasures may thee
move ...
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appear arms beauty Bell blood born brought Chaucer court death delight doth England English eyes face fair fall father fear field fire fortune gave give gold grace ground hair hand hath head hear heart heaven hire honour hope Italy John keep king lady land language leave light live look lord Makyne mean mind nature never night noble once pain pass pieces pity play poem poet poetry Prince Queen rest returned Scotland seems sense shew sight sing soon sorrow soul speak story supposed sweet tears Tell thee ther thing thou thought till turn unto wish writings yield youth
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Seite 285 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth "s unknown, although his height be taken.
Seite 325 - Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet: Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye?
Seite 162 - With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Seite 220 - Say to the court, it glows And shines like rotten wood; Say to the church, it shows What's good, and doth no good: If church and court reply, Then give them both the lie. Tell potentates, they live Acting by others' action; Not loved unless they give, Not strong but by a faction: If potentates reply, Give potentates the lie.
Seite 113 - And wilt thou leave me thus ? Say nay, say nay. And wilt thou leave me thus, That hath loved thee so long In wealth and woe among? And is thy heart so strong As for to leave me thus ? Say nay, say nay.
Seite 222 - And if they will reply, Then give them all the lie. Tell arts they have no soundness, But vary by esteeming ; Tell schools they want profoundness, And stand too much on seeming : If arts and schools reply, Give arts and schools the lie. Tell faith it's fled the city; Tell how the country erreth ; Tell manhood shakes off pity ; . Tell virtue least preferreth : And if they do reply, Spare not to give the lie.
Seite 285 - 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.
Seite 24 - Ful worthy was he in his lordes werre, And therto hadde he riden, no man ferre, As wel in cristendom as in hethenesse, And evere honoured for his worthynesse. At Alisaundre he was whan it was wonne. Ful ofte tyme he hadde the bord bigonne Aboven alle nacions in Pruce; In Lettow hadde he reysed and in Ruce, No Cristen man so ofte of his degree.
Seite 179 - O how can beautie maister the most strong, And simple truth subdue avenging wrong! Whose yielded pride and proud submission, Still dreading death, when she had marked long, Her hart gan melt in great compassion, And drizling teares did shed for pure affection. 7 The lyon lord of everie beast in field...
Seite 285 - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give ! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye 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.
Bibliografische Informationen
| Titel | Chaucer, 1400, to Beaumont, 1628 Band 2 von Specimens of the British Poets: With Biographical and Critical Notices, and An Essay on English Poetry, Thomas Campbell |
| Herausgeber | Thomas Campbell |
| Verlag | J. Murray, 1819 |
| Original von | University of Michigan |
| Digitalisiert | 10. Mai 2005 |
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