The English Poets: Selections with Critical IntroductionsMacmillan and Company, 1889 |
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Pàgina xii
... Bliss · The Gardens of Venus Wooing of Amoret The Quelling of the Blatant Beast The Dean of St. Paul's 275 Claims of Mutability pleaded before Nature Extract from the Teares of the Muses : Complaint of Thalia ( Comedy ) Sonnets ...
... Bliss · The Gardens of Venus Wooing of Amoret The Quelling of the Blatant Beast The Dean of St. Paul's 275 Claims of Mutability pleaded before Nature Extract from the Teares of the Muses : Complaint of Thalia ( Comedy ) Sonnets ...
Pàgina 133
... bliss the kalendis are begonne , And sing with us , away winter , away , Come somer , come , the suete seson and sonne , Awake , for schame ! that have your hevynis wonne , And amourously lift up your hedis all , Thank Lufe that list ...
... bliss the kalendis are begonne , And sing with us , away winter , away , Come somer , come , the suete seson and sonne , Awake , for schame ! that have your hevynis wonne , And amourously lift up your hedis all , Thank Lufe that list ...
Pàgina 259
... bliss , renewer of my woes ! Give me account , where is my noble fere1 , Whom in thy walls thou dost each night enclose , To other lief2 , but unto me most dear . ' Echo , alas ! that doth my sorrow rue Returns thereat a hollow sound of ...
... bliss , renewer of my woes ! Give me account , where is my noble fere1 , Whom in thy walls thou dost each night enclose , To other lief2 , but unto me most dear . ' Echo , alas ! that doth my sorrow rue Returns thereat a hollow sound of ...
Pàgina 266
... bliss , I swim in Heaven , I sink in hell : I find amends for every miss , And yet my moan no tongue can tell . I live and love ( what would you more ? ) As never lover lived before . I laugh sometimes with little lust , So jest I oft ...
... bliss , I swim in Heaven , I sink in hell : I find amends for every miss , And yet my moan no tongue can tell . I live and love ( what would you more ? ) As never lover lived before . I laugh sometimes with little lust , So jest I oft ...
Pàgina 312
... , And dead mens bones , which round about were flong ; Whose lives , it seemed , whilome there were shed , And their vile carcases now left unburied . THE BOWER OF BLISS . Thence passing forth , they 312 THE ENGLISH POETS .
... , And dead mens bones , which round about were flong ; Whose lives , it seemed , whilome there were shed , And their vile carcases now left unburied . THE BOWER OF BLISS . Thence passing forth , they 312 THE ENGLISH POETS .
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The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by ..., Volum 1 Thomas Humphry Ward Visualització completa - 1899 |
The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions, Volum 1 Thomas Humphry Ward Visualització completa - 1881 |
Frases i termes més freqüents
Aeneid Astrophel and Stella ballads beauty bliss Caelica Canterbury Tales Chaucer Clerk Saunders Confessio Amantis dead death delight doth drede Edom Elizabethan England's Helicon English eyes Faery Faery Queen fair fayre flour flowers Glasgerion gold grace grene gret gude hand hart hast hath heart heaven herte hire honour king Kinmont Willie lady live Lord lovers Lydgate mede mind mony myght never night nocht nought passion Petrarch poem poet poetical poetry Queen Quhat Quhen quhilk quod quoth rich Robin Robin Hood sall sche seyde shal Sidney Sidney's sighs sight sing song sonnets sorrow sorwe Spenser story sweet swete swich Tamburlaine thair thay thee ther thing thou thought thow Timor Mortis conturbat Troylus true truth tyme unto Venus verse whan wight wolde words write
Passatges populars
Pàgina 463 - 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.
Pàgina 453 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Pàgina 460 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Pàgina 454 - 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 shew, They live unwoo'd, and unrespected fade ; Die to themselves.
Pàgina xliii - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Pàgina 351 - WITH how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies! How silently, and with how wan a face! What, may it be that even in heavenly place That busy archer his sharp arrows tries? Sure, if that long-with-love-acquainted eyes Can judge of love, thou feel'st a lover's case. I read it in thy looks; thy languished grace, To me that feel the like, thy state descries.
Pàgina 463 - Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, but let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Pàgina 452 - When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope...
Pàgina 489 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Pàgina 451 - And summer's lease hath all too short a date ; Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd ; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd.