The English Poets: Chaucer to DonneThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1883 |
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Pàgina 21
... shal bytyden of necessité . This Troilus sat on his bayë stede Al armed save his hed ful richely , And wonded was his hors , and gan to blede , On whiche he rood a paas ful softëly : But swiche a knyghtly sightë trewëly As was on hym ...
... shal bytyden of necessité . This Troilus sat on his bayë stede Al armed save his hed ful richely , And wonded was his hors , and gan to blede , On whiche he rood a paas ful softëly : But swiche a knyghtly sightë trewëly As was on hym ...
Pàgina 26
... shal whil I may dure . ' And this may length of yerës nought fordo , Ne remuable fortunë deface ; But Juppiter , that of his myght may do The sorwful to be glad , so yeve us grace , Er nyghtës ten to meten in this place , So that it may ...
... shal whil I may dure . ' And this may length of yerës nought fordo , Ne remuable fortunë deface ; But Juppiter , that of his myght may do The sorwful to be glad , so yeve us grace , Er nyghtës ten to meten in this place , So that it may ...
Pàgina 29
... shal to - cleve ; And hider hom I com when it was eve ; And here I dwelle , out - cast from allë joye , And shal , til I may seen her eft1 in Troye . ' And of hym - self ymagynëd he ofte , To be defet , and pale , and waxen lesse Than ...
... shal to - cleve ; And hider hom I com when it was eve ; And here I dwelle , out - cast from allë joye , And shal , til I may seen her eft1 in Troye . ' And of hym - self ymagynëd he ofte , To be defet , and pale , and waxen lesse Than ...
Pàgina 30
... shal be glad , if al the world be trewe . ' I saugh thyn hornës olde ek by the morwe , Whan hennës rood my rightë lady deere , That cause is of my torment and my sorwe ; For which , O bryghte Lucina the cleere ! For love of God ! renne ...
... shal be glad , if al the world be trewe . ' I saugh thyn hornës olde ek by the morwe , Whan hennës rood my rightë lady deere , That cause is of my torment and my sorwe ; For which , O bryghte Lucina the cleere ! For love of God ! renne ...
Pàgina 31
... shal come , and stenten al his sorwe . * [ Criseyde , in her father's tent , is wooed by Diomede , and gradually yields to him . ] Retournynge in hir soule ay up and doun The wordes of this sodeyn Diomede , His gret estate , and peril ...
... shal come , and stenten al his sorwe . * [ Criseyde , in her father's tent , is wooed by Diomede , and gradually yields to him . ] Retournynge in hir soule ay up and doun The wordes of this sodeyn Diomede , His gret estate , and peril ...
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Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
Frases i termes més freqüents
Aeneid Astrophel and Stella ballads beauty behold breast Caelica Chaucer Clerk Saunders dead dear death delight doth Edom Elizabethan England's Helicon English eyes Faery Queen fair fayre fear flowers Glasgerion gold grace gret grief gude hand hart hast hath heart heaven herte hire honour king Kinmont Willie lady light live Lord lovers Lyoun Marlowe mind mony never night nocht nought passion Petrarch play pleasure poems poet poetical poetry praise Quhat Quhen quhilk quoth rich Robin Robin Hood sall satire sche Scotch Shakespeare Sidney Sidney's sighs sight sing sleep song sonnets sorrow soul Spenser suld sweet Tamburlaine tell thair thay thee ther thine thing thou thought thow Timor Mortis conturbat true tyme unto Venus Venus and Adonis verse virtue weep whan wolde words write
Passatges populars
Pàgina xlii - Guid faith, he mauna fa' that! For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will, for a' that, That sense and worth o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
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...
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 459 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights, Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have expressed Even such a beauty as you master now.
Pàgina 230 - There lived a wife at Usher's Well, And a wealthy wife was she; She had three stout and stalwart sons, And sent them o'er the sea. They hadna been a week from her, A week but barely ane, When word came to the carline wife That her three sons were gane.
Pàgina 460 - tis true, I have gone here and there, And made myself a motley to the view, Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear, Made old offences of affections new.
Pàgina 491 - 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.