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... give an extract from a well - known work . A Companion Series , consisting of Favourite English Poems of Modern Times , was published some months since . The two volumes now present a sketch of English Poetry from the time of Chaucer to ...
... give an extract from a well - known work . A Companion Series , consisting of Favourite English Poems of Modern Times , was published some months since . The two volumes now present a sketch of English Poetry from the time of Chaucer to ...
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... give them all the lie . " Fair is my love , and cruel as she's fair When Phœbus lifts his head . The hart above the rest , the hunter's noblest game My written rolls of moral counsels . On Sunday heaven's gate stands ope Sweet day so ...
... give them all the lie . " Fair is my love , and cruel as she's fair When Phœbus lifts his head . The hart above the rest , the hunter's noblest game My written rolls of moral counsels . On Sunday heaven's gate stands ope Sweet day so ...
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... give penance , Ther as he wiste to han a good pitance : For unto a poure ordre for to give Is signe that a man is wel yshrive . For if he gave , he dorste make avant , He wiste that a man was repentant . For many a man so hard is of his ...
... give penance , Ther as he wiste to han a good pitance : For unto a poure ordre for to give Is signe that a man is wel yshrive . For if he gave , he dorste make avant , He wiste that a man was repentant . For many a man so hard is of his ...
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... give silver to the poure freres . His tippet was ay farsed ' ful of knives , And pinnes , for to given fayre wives . And certainly he hadde a mery note.2 Wel coude he singe and plaien on a rote . Of yeddinges3 he bare utterly the pris ...
... give silver to the poure freres . His tippet was ay farsed ' ful of knives , And pinnes , for to given fayre wives . And certainly he hadde a mery note.2 Wel coude he singe and plaien on a rote . Of yeddinges3 he bare utterly the pris ...
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... his benefice to hire , And lette his shepe acombred in the mire , And ran unto London , unto Seint Poules , 4 Gave . 1 Tried . 2 Give . 3 Great and small . To seken him a chanterie1 for soule , Or with 22 PROLOGUE TO THE CANTERBURY TALES .
... his benefice to hire , And lette his shepe acombred in the mire , And ran unto London , unto Seint Poules , 4 Gave . 1 Tried . 2 Give . 3 Great and small . To seken him a chanterie1 for soule , Or with 22 PROLOGUE TO THE CANTERBURY TALES .
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afterwards anon beauty became BEN JONSON berd birds BIRKET FOSTER born Canterbury CANTERBURY TALES CHRISTOPHER MARLOW death delight died doth E. M. WIMPERIS Earl EDMUND SPENSER educated at Cambridge educated at Oxford eyen eyes Faerie Queene fair fairy fear flowers GEORGE THOMAS GEORGE WITHER GILES FLETCHER give grace green gret hast hath heart heaven hire honour Hudibras JOHN GILBERT JOHN LYDGATE king lady live Lord love is lost Love makis lovers Lovis service lulla lullaby lusty Lute Merle merry mind mirth night Nightingale nought o'er old cap poems prison Queen rede RICHARD LOVELACE ROBERT GREENE SAMUEL DANIEL Seint SHAKSPEARE shal shepherd swain shulde sing SIR PHILIP SIDNEY sleep smale song soul speke spring sweet desires gain swiche tale Tell tellen thee therto thing thou unto wanton Wel coude Westminster Abbey whan wight Withouten wolde young courtier youth
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Page 176 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against Fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Page 223 - Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.
Page 248 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure: Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure, Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain; Fought all his battles o'er again, And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain!
Page 74 - And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle.
Page 72 - But if Fortune once do frown, Then farewell his great renown ; They that fawn'd on him before Use his company no more. He that is thy friend indeed, He will help thee in thy need : If thou sorrow, he will weep ; If thou wake, he cannot sleep ; Thus of every grief in heart He with thee doth bear a part. These are certain signs to know Faithful friend from flattering foe.
Page 245 - TWAS at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son: Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate On his imperial throne...
Page 144 - Get up, get up for shame ! the blooming morn Upon her wings presents the god unshorn. See how Aurora throws her fair Fresh-quilted colours through the air: Get up, sweet slug-a-bed, and see The dew bespangling herb and tree. Each flower has wept, and bow'd toward the east. Above an hour since ; yet you not drest, Nay ! not so much as out of bed ? When all the birds have matins said, And sung their thankful hymns : 'tis sin, Nay, profanation, to keep in, — Whenas a thousand virgins on this day,...
Page 107 - 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.
Page 285 - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. What though, in solemn silence, all Move round the dark terrestrial ball?
Page 61 - 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 ? Sure, if that long-with-love-acquainted eyes Can judge of love, thou feel'st a lover's case ; I read it in thy looks ; thy languisht grace To me, that feel the like, thy state descries...