Chaucer to DonneThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1880 |
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Pàgina 5
... Ther nys no woman to him half so mete . ' Such is Dido ; while the grave Trojan , for whom in Virgil the gods are contending , becomes in Chaucer's hands a mere vulgar deceiver , a ' grete gentilman ' indeed to outward seeming , that ...
... Ther nys no woman to him half so mete . ' Such is Dido ; while the grave Trojan , for whom in Virgil the gods are contending , becomes in Chaucer's hands a mere vulgar deceiver , a ' grete gentilman ' indeed to outward seeming , that ...
Pàgina 14
... ther dwelleth neither man ne best , With knotty knarry bareyne trees olde Of stubbes scharpe and hidous to byholde In which ther ran a swymbel in a swough . ' These qualities come into view at a first reading of Chaucer ; and why should ...
... ther dwelleth neither man ne best , With knotty knarry bareyne trees olde Of stubbes scharpe and hidous to byholde In which ther ran a swymbel in a swough . ' These qualities come into view at a first reading of Chaucer ; and why should ...
Pàgina 15
... ther I lay , Me mette1 thus in my bed al naked , And loked forth , for I was waked With smale foulës , a grete hepe , That had afrayed me out of slepe , Thorgh noyse and swetnesse of her songe . And as me mette , they sate amonge Upon ...
... ther I lay , Me mette1 thus in my bed al naked , And loked forth , for I was waked With smale foulës , a grete hepe , That had afrayed me out of slepe , Thorgh noyse and swetnesse of her songe . And as me mette , they sate amonge Upon ...
Pàgina 17
... ther wentë many a wyght To herken of Palladyoun servise , And namely so mony a lusty knyght , So many a lady fresshe , and mayden bryght , Ful wele araied , bothë moste and leste , Ye , bothë for the seson and the feeste . Among thise ...
... ther wentë many a wyght To herken of Palladyoun servise , And namely so mony a lusty knyght , So many a lady fresshe , and mayden bryght , Ful wele araied , bothë moste and leste , Ye , bothë for the seson and the feeste . Among thise ...
Pàgina 18
... Ther is not oon kan war by other be . ' And with that worde he gan caste up his browe , Ascaunces , lo ! is this nought wysly spoken ? At whiche the God of Love gan loken rowe ? Right for despit , and shoop for to ben wroken R . He ...
... Ther is not oon kan war by other be . ' And with that worde he gan caste up his browe , Ascaunces , lo ! is this nought wysly spoken ? At whiche the God of Love gan loken rowe ? Right for despit , and shoop for to ben wroken R . He ...
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Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
Frases i termes més freqüents
Aeneid Astrophel and Stella ballads beauty behold bliss Caelica Chaucer Clerk Saunders Creusa dead dear death delight doth Edom Elizabethan England's Helicon English eyes Faery Queen fair fayre fear flowers genius Glasgerion gold grace gret grief gude hand hart hast hath heart heaven herte hire honour king Kinmont Willie lady light live Lord lovers 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 sweet Tamburlaine tell thair thay thee ther thine thing thou thought thow Timor Mortis conturbat true unto Venus Venus and Adonis verse virtue whan wolde words write
Passatges populars
Pàgina 445 - 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 452 - 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 444 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Pàgina 444 - 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 xlii - Faith, he maunna 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
Pàgina 446 - 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.
Pàgina 343 - 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...
Pàgina 442 - Proving his beauty by succession thine! This were to be new made when thou art old, And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.
Pàgina 457 - Tu-whit, tu-who - a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl...
Pàgina xxvii - What though the field be lost? All is not lost; the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield: And what is else not to be overcome?