Specimens of the British Poets: Chaucer, 1400, to Beaumont, 1628Thomas Campbell John Murray, 1819 |
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... doth the nightingale . Curteis he was , lowly , and servisable , And carf before his fader at the table . A Yeman hadde he , and servantes no mo At that time , for him luste3 to ride so ; And he was cladde in cote and hode of grene . A ...
... doth the nightingale . Curteis he was , lowly , and servisable , And carf before his fader at the table . A Yeman hadde he , and servantes no mo At that time , for him luste3 to ride so ; And he was cladde in cote and hode of grene . A ...
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... doth the chapell belle , Ther as this lord was keeper of the celle . The reule of Seint Maure and of Seint Beneit , Because that , it was olde and somdele streit , This ilkè monk lette oldè thingès pace , And held after the newè worlde ...
... doth the chapell belle , Ther as this lord was keeper of the celle . The reule of Seint Maure and of Seint Beneit , Because that , it was olde and somdele streit , This ilkè monk lette oldè thingès pace , And held after the newè worlde ...
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... doth a strike of flax : By unces heng his lokkès that he hadde , And therwith he his shulders overspradde . Ful thinne it lay , by culpons on and on , But hode , for jolite , ne wered he non , For it was trussed up in his wallet . 6 Him ...
... doth a strike of flax : By unces heng his lokkès that he hadde , And therwith he his shulders overspradde . Ful thinne it lay , by culpons on and on , But hode , for jolite , ne wered he non , For it was trussed up in his wallet . 6 Him ...
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... doth not so cruelly Repulse the waves continually , As she my suit and affection ; So that I am past remedy ; Whereby my lute and I have done . Proud of the spoil that thou hast got Of simple hearts , thorough loves shot . By whom ...
... doth not so cruelly Repulse the waves continually , As she my suit and affection ; So that I am past remedy ; Whereby my lute and I have done . Proud of the spoil that thou hast got Of simple hearts , thorough loves shot . By whom ...
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... doth lend her lusty side . My king , my country , alone for whom I live , Of mighty love for this the wings me give . FROM HIS ODES . AN EARNEST SUIT TO HIS UNKIND MISTRESS NOT TO FORSAKE HIM . AND wilt thou leave me thus ? Say nay ...
... doth lend her lusty side . My king , my country , alone for whom I live , Of mighty love for this the wings me give . FROM HIS ODES . AN EARNEST SUIT TO HIS UNKIND MISTRESS NOT TO FORSAKE HIM . AND wilt thou leave me thus ? Say nay ...
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Anne Boleyn Anthony Wood appears beauty beauty's behold birds born Chaucer coude court cruel dance death delight disdain doth Earl England England's Helicon English English poetry Euphuism eyes face fair fair ladie Fairy Queen flowers Gabriel Harvey give gold goodly Gorboduc grace greit grief Guyon hair hast hath heart heaven heavenly honour king lady Lady Jane Seymour land light living Lord lute Lyndsay Makyne mind Mirror for Magistrates mony muse never night noble nought pain pleasant poem poet poetical poetry praise Prince Quhen quoth rest richt Robene Saxon Say nay scho Scotland Scottish seem'd shew shining sigh sight sing Sir Thomas Wyatt song SONNET sorrow Spenser spurrit Squyer Surrey Surrey's sweet Sydney Tell thair thame thee ther thine thought unto verses wanton whan wight words Wyatt youth
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Seite 283 - 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 160 - 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, Come live with me and be my love.
Seite 111 - Forget not yet the tried intent Of such a truth as I have meant ; My great travail so gladly spent, Forget not yet ! Forget not yet when first began The weary life ye know, since whan The suit, the service none tell can ; Forget not yet ! Forget not yet the great assays, The cruel wrong...
Seite 122 - The turtle to her make hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings; The fishes flete with new repaired scale.
Seite 235 - With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin : All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love ! has she done this to thee ? What shall, alas ! become of me...
Seite 340 - So high in thoughts as I : You left a kiss Upon these lips then, which I mean to keep From you for ever. I did hear you talk Far above singing ! After you were gone, I grew acquainted with my heart, and search'd What stirr'd it so : Alas ! I found it love ; Yet far from lust ; for could I but have lived In presence of you, I had had my end.
Seite 219 - Tell zeal it lacks devotion, Tell love it is but lust, Tell time it is but motion, Tell flesh it is but dust ; And wish them not reply, For thou must give the lie.
Seite 283 - 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 20 - And bathed every veyne in swich licour. Of which vertu engendred is the flour; Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth Inspired hath in every holt and heeth The tendre croppes...
Seite 283 - 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.