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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
budsa 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
budsa With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move
...
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appear arms beauty blood born brought cause court death delight desire doth Earl England English eyes face fair fall father fear field fire flowers Forget gave give gold grace green ground hair hand hath head hear heart heaven hope Italy keep king lady land language leave light live looks Lord Makyne mean mind nature never night noble once pain pass past pieces play poem poet poetry praise Prince probably Queen rest returned Robene Scotland seems sense shew sight sing song soon sorrow soul Spenser supposed sweet Tell thee thing thou thought till turn unto wind wish wood yield 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.
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 | New York Public Library |
| Digitalisiert | 21. Okt. 2006 |
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