English Poetry..: With Introduction, Notes and Illustrations, Volume 40P.F. Collier & son, 1910 - English poetry |
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... GIVE ME MORE LOVE . SIR JOHN SUCKLING 360-62 THE CONSTANT LOVER - WHY SO PALE AND WAN 363 SIR WILLIAM D'AVENANT DAWN SONG RICHARD LOVELACE · · 364 TO LUCASTA , ON GOING TO THE WARS To ALTHEA FROM PRISON • 364 • 365 TO LUCASTA , GOING ...
... GIVE ME MORE LOVE . SIR JOHN SUCKLING 360-62 THE CONSTANT LOVER - WHY SO PALE AND WAN 363 SIR WILLIAM D'AVENANT DAWN SONG RICHARD LOVELACE · · 364 TO LUCASTA , ON GOING TO THE WARS To ALTHEA FROM PRISON • 364 • 365 TO LUCASTA , GOING ...
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... give , as far as the limits of space allowed , a substantial repre- sentation of the most distinguished poets of England and Amer- ica for the last five hundred years . Among previous anthologies an especially wide recognition has been ...
... give , as far as the limits of space allowed , a substantial repre- sentation of the most distinguished poets of England and Amer- ica for the last five hundred years . Among previous anthologies an especially wide recognition has been ...
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... . 370 Saw . 374 Tell tales . $ 77 Father's . 366 367 Prominent . 388 Cheapside . 372 Give you your reward . 375 Before . 376 It pleases you . 378 Unless . Hold up your hond , withoute more speche . ' 32 GEOFFREY CHAUCER.
... . 370 Saw . 374 Tell tales . $ 77 Father's . 366 367 Prominent . 388 Cheapside . 372 Give you your reward . 375 Before . 376 It pleases you . 378 Unless . Hold up your hond , withoute more speche . ' 32 GEOFFREY CHAUCER.
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... browne bride alane ; Lest ye sould sigh , and say , Alace , What is this we brought hame ! " Advise . * Give . Cow - stable . Gold . • Goods . 5 Advise . Clumsy woman . • Cattle 9 " No , I will tak my mither's counsel 62 TRADITIONAL ...
... browne bride alane ; Lest ye sould sigh , and say , Alace , What is this we brought hame ! " Advise . * Give . Cow - stable . Gold . • Goods . 5 Advise . Clumsy woman . • Cattle 9 " No , I will tak my mither's counsel 62 TRADITIONAL ...
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... Give me my faith and trouthe again , A wat , ' trew - love , I gied to thee . " 66 Your faith and trouth ye's never get , Nor our trew love shall never twain , * Till ye come with me in my bower , And kiss me both cheek and chin ...
... Give me my faith and trouthe again , A wat , ' trew - love , I gied to thee . " 66 Your faith and trouth ye's never get , Nor our trew love shall never twain , * Till ye come with me in my bower , And kiss me both cheek and chin ...
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Page 431 - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen: Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Page 267 - 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...
Page 425 - KNOW then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of mankind is man. Placed on this isthmus of a middle state, A being darkly wise, and rudely great : With too much knowledge for the sceptic side, With too much weakness for the stoic's pride, He hangs between; in doubt to act, or rest; In doubt to deem himself a god, or beast; In doubt his mind or body to prefer; Born but to die, and reasoning but to err...
Page 459 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Page 415 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.
Page 306 - Queen and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart, And thy crystal shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever, Thou that mak'st...
Page 210 - Even such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust ; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days ; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust ! ELIZABETHAN MISCELLANIES.
Page 260 - 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 457 - Th' applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbade: nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind...
Page 277 - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight: Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.