Specimens of the British Poets: Chaucer, 1400, to Beaumont, 1628Thomas Campbell John Murray, 1819 |
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... thou lanterne of which queint2 is the light , O paleis whilom day , that now art night ; Wel oughtest thou to fall and I to die , Sens3 she is went , that wont was us to gie1 . The two best of Chaucer's allegories , The Flower and the ...
... thou lanterne of which queint2 is the light , O paleis whilom day , that now art night ; Wel oughtest thou to fall and I to die , Sens3 she is went , that wont was us to gie1 . The two best of Chaucer's allegories , The Flower and the ...
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... thou mayst after some mynd on us have , Suffer us both be buried in one grave . I hold him strictly twene my armès twein , Thou 60 LYDGATE .
... thou mayst after some mynd on us have , Suffer us both be buried in one grave . I hold him strictly twene my armès twein , Thou 60 LYDGATE .
Side 61
... thou art at freedom and at large , Let kindnesse ourè love not so discharge , But have a minde , wherever that thou be , Once on a day upon my child and me . On thee and me dependeth the trespace Touching our guilt and our great offence ...
... thou art at freedom and at large , Let kindnesse ourè love not so discharge , But have a minde , wherever that thou be , Once on a day upon my child and me . On thee and me dependeth the trespace Touching our guilt and our great offence ...
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... thou rew on me * : I haif thè luvit , lowd and still 5 , This yieris two or thrè ; My dule in dern bot gif thou dill 7 , Doubtless bot dreid I die 8 . II . He . Robene answerit , be the rude1 , Nathing of lufe I knaw2 ; Bot keipis my ...
... thou rew on me * : I haif thè luvit , lowd and still 5 , This yieris two or thrè ; My dule in dern bot gif thou dill 7 , Doubtless bot dreid I die 8 . II . He . Robene answerit , be the rude1 , Nathing of lufe I knaw2 ; Bot keipis my ...
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... thou to me . - 7 Or what is love or to be loved .-- 8 Fain would I learn that law ( of love ) . III . At the lore of love if thou wilt learn . - 2 Take there an A , B , C. - 3 Be kind , courteous , and fair of aspect or feature ...
... thou to me . - 7 Or what is love or to be loved .-- 8 Fain would I learn that law ( of love ) . III . At the lore of love if thou wilt learn . - 2 Take there an A , B , C. - 3 Be kind , courteous , and fair of aspect or feature ...
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Anne Boleyn Anthony Wood appears beauty beauty's behold birds born Chaucer coude court cruel dance death delight disdain doth Earl England England's Helicon English English poetry Euphuism eyes face fair fair ladie Fairy Queen flowers Gabriel Harvey give gold goodly Gorboduc grace greit grief Guyon hair hast hath heart heaven heavenly honour king lady Lady Jane Seymour land light living Lord lute Lyndsay Makyne mind Mirror for Magistrates mony muse never night noble nought pain pleasant poem poet poetical poetry praise Prince Quhen quoth rest richt Robene Saxon Say nay scho Scotland Scottish seem'd shew shining sigh sight sing Sir Thomas Wyatt song SONNET sorrow Spenser spurrit Squyer Surrey Surrey's sweet Sydney Tell thair thame thee ther thine thought unto verses wanton whan wight words Wyatt 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 160 - Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold; A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Side 111 - Forget not yet the tried intent Of such a truth as I have meant ; My great travail so gladly spent, Forget not yet ! Forget not yet when first began The weary life ye know, since whan The suit, the service none tell can ; Forget not yet ! Forget not yet the great assays, The cruel wrong...
Side 122 - The turtle to her make hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings; The fishes flete with new repaired scale.
Side 235 - With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin : All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love ! has she done this to thee ? What shall, alas ! become of me...
Side 340 - So high in thoughts as I : You left a kiss Upon these lips then, which I mean to keep From you for ever. I did hear you talk Far above singing ! After you were gone, I grew acquainted with my heart, and search'd What stirr'd it so : Alas ! I found it love ; Yet far from lust ; for could I but have lived In presence of you, I had had my end.
Side 219 - 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.
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 20 - And bathed every veyne in swich licour. Of which vertu engendred is the flour; Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth Inspired hath in every holt and heeth The tendre croppes...
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.