Chaucer, 1400, to Beaumont, 1628Thomas Campbell J. Murray, 1819 |
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... hand in erecting a new and stately fabric of English num- bers . As a piece of fancy , it is grotesque and mea- ger ; but the lines often flow with great harmony . His story of Troilus and Cresseide was the de- light of Sir Philip ...
... hand in erecting a new and stately fabric of English num- bers . As a piece of fancy , it is grotesque and mea- ger ; but the lines often flow with great harmony . His story of Troilus and Cresseide was the de- light of Sir Philip ...
Side 19
... hand , though it is left unfinished , has definite boundaries , and incidents to keep alive our curiosity , independent of the tales themselves . At the same time , while the action of the poem is an event too simple to divert the atten ...
... hand , though it is left unfinished , has definite boundaries , and incidents to keep alive our curiosity , independent of the tales themselves . At the same time , while the action of the poem is an event too simple to divert the atten ...
Side 37
... hand , By water he sent hem home to every land . But of his craft to reken wel his tides , His stremès and his strandès him besides , 1 For the purpose . The meaning not ascertained . 3 Sweet cyperus . A dish of rich broth , in which ...
... hand , By water he sent hem home to every land . But of his craft to reken wel his tides , His stremès and his strandès him besides , 1 For the purpose . The meaning not ascertained . 3 Sweet cyperus . A dish of rich broth , in which ...
Side 41
... hand a staf . This noble ensample to his shepe he yaf3 , That first he wrought , and afterward he taught . Out of the gospel he the wordès caught , And this figure he added yet therto . That if golde rustè , what shuld iren do ? For if ...
... hand a staf . This noble ensample to his shepe he yaf3 , That first he wrought , and afterward he taught . Out of the gospel he the wordès caught , And this figure he added yet therto . That if golde rustè , what shuld iren do ? For if ...
Side 61
... hand her pen ygan to quake , And a sharp sword to make her heartè blede , In her left hand her father hath her take , And most her sorrowe was for her childes sake , Upon whose facè in her barme sleepÿnge Full many a LYDGATE . 61.
... hand her pen ygan to quake , And a sharp sword to make her heartè blede , In her left hand her father hath her take , And most her sorrowe was for her childes sake , Upon whose facè in her barme sleepÿnge Full many a LYDGATE . 61.
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Argentile beast beauty beauty's behold Ben Jonson birds bishop of Exeter blood born bower Bust Canterbury Tales Chaucer coude court Curan damsel death delight doth Earl eclogues England England's Helicon English Euphuism eyes face fair Fairy Queen father fear flowers give gold goodly grace Guyon hair hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly Hengo honour Joshua Sylvester king kiss lady leave light live looks lord Makyne mind Mirror for Magistrates muse never night noble nought nymph Oxford pain Philaster pity poem poet poetry praise Prince quoth rest Robene satire Scotland seem'd shepherd shew shining sight sing Sir Philip Sydney song SONNET sorrow soul Spenser sweet Sydney tears Tell thee ther thine thing thou art thought unto verses wanton whan wight wind youth
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Side 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.
Side 323 - Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet: Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye?
Side 160 - With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Side 218 - Say to the court, it glows And shines like rotten wood; Say to the church, it shows What's good, and doth no good: If church and court reply, Then give them both the lie. Tell potentates, they live Acting by others' action; Not loved unless they give, Not strong but by a faction: If potentates reply, Give potentates the lie.
Side 111 - And wilt thou leave me thus ? Say nay, say nay. And wilt thou leave me thus, That hath loved thee so long In wealth and woe among? And is thy heart so strong As for to leave me thus ? Say nay, say nay.
Side 220 - And if they will reply, Then give them all the lie. Tell arts they have no soundness, But vary by esteeming ; Tell schools they want profoundness, And stand too much on seeming : If arts and schools reply, Give arts and schools the lie. Tell faith it's fled the city; Tell how the country erreth ; Tell manhood shakes off pity ; . Tell virtue least preferreth : And if they do reply, Spare not to give the lie.
Side 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.
Side 22 - Ful worthy was he in his lordes werre, And therto hadde he riden, no man ferre, As wel in cristendom as in hethenesse, And evere honoured for his worthynesse. At Alisaundre he was whan it was wonne. Ful ofte tyme he hadde the bord bigonne Aboven alle nacions in Pruce; In Lettow hadde he reysed and in Ruce, No Cristen man so ofte of his degree.
Side 177 - O how can beautie maister the most strong, And simple truth subdue avenging wrong! Whose yielded pride and proud submission, Still dreading death, when she had marked long, Her hart gan melt in great compassion, And drizling teares did shed for pure affection. 7 The lyon lord of everie beast in field...
Side 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.