The English Parnassus: An Anthology Chiefly of Longer PoemsWilliam Macneile Dixon, Sir Herbert John Clifford Grierson Clarendon Press, 1911 - 767 pàgines |
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... herte . Ful semely hir wimpel pinched was ; Hir nose tretys ; hir eyen greye as glas ; Hir mouth ful smal , and ther - to softe and reed ; But sikerly she hadde a fair forheed ; It was almost a spanne brood , I trowe ; For , hardily ...
... herte . Ful semely hir wimpel pinched was ; Hir nose tretys ; hir eyen greye as glas ; Hir mouth ful smal , and ther - to softe and reed ; But sikerly she hadde a fair forheed ; It was almost a spanne brood , I trowe ; For , hardily ...
Pàgina 5
... herte , He may nat wepe al - thogh him sore smerte . Therfore , in stede of weping and preyeres , Men moot yeve silver to the povre freres . His tipet was ay farsed ful of knyves And pinnes , for to yeven faire wyves . And certeinly he ...
... herte , He may nat wepe al - thogh him sore smerte . Therfore , in stede of weping and preyeres , Men moot yeve silver to the povre freres . His tipet was ay farsed ful of knyves And pinnes , for to yeven faire wyves . And certeinly he ...
Pàgina 11
... herte At alle tymes , thogh him gamed or smerte , And thanne his neighebour right as him - selve . He wolde thresshe , and ther - to dyke and delve , For Cristes sake , for every povre wight , Withouten PROLOGUE TO CANTERBURY TALES 11.
... herte At alle tymes , thogh him gamed or smerte , And thanne his neighebour right as him - selve . He wolde thresshe , and ther - to dyke and delve , For Cristes sake , for every povre wight , Withouten PROLOGUE TO CANTERBURY TALES 11.
Pàgina 17
... herte , and preyden him also That he wold vouche - sauf for to do so , And that he wolde been our governour , And of our tales juge and reportour , And sette a soper at a certeyn prys ; And we wold reuled been at his devys , In heigh ...
... herte , and preyden him also That he wold vouche - sauf for to do so , And that he wolde been our governour , And of our tales juge and reportour , And sette a soper at a certeyn prys ; And we wold reuled been at his devys , In heigh ...
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... herte . ' This gentil duk doun from his courser sterte With herte pitous , whan he herde hem speke . Him thoughte that his herte wolde breke , Whan he saugh hem so pitous and so mat , That whylom weren of so greet estat . And in his ...
... herte . ' This gentil duk doun from his courser sterte With herte pitous , whan he herde hem speke . Him thoughte that his herte wolde breke , Whan he saugh hem so pitous and so mat , That whylom weren of so greet estat . And in his ...
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The English Parnassus: An Anthology, Chiefly of Longer Poems William Macneile Dixon Visualització completa - 1911 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 368 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Pàgina 344 - Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay ! Farewell, farewell!
Pàgina 340 - But tell me, tell me! speak again, Thy soft response renewing— What makes that ship drive on so fast? What is the ocean doing?' Second Voice 'Still as a slave before his lord, The ocean hath no blast; His great bright eye most silently Up to the Moon is cast— If he may know which way to go; For she guides him smooth or grim. See, brother, see! how graciously She looketh down on him.
Pàgina 319 - Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little Actor cons another part; Filling from time to time his "humorous stage...
Pàgina 292 - The immeasurable height Of woods decaying, never to be decayed, The stationary blasts of waterfalls, And in the narrow rent at every turn Winds thwarting winds, bewildered and forlorn, The torrents shooting from the clear blue sky, The rocks that muttered close upon our ears, Black drizzling crags that spake by the way-side As if a voice were in them, the sick sight And giddy prospect of the raving stream, The unfettered clouds and region of the Heavens, Tumult and peace, the darkness and the light...
Pàgina 319 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Pàgina 337 - My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank. I moved, and could not feel my limbs: I was so light — almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost.
Pàgina 318 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone : The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream...
Pàgina 369 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Pàgina 338 - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman steered, the ship moved on; Yet never a breeze...