The English Parnassus: An Anthology Chiefly of Longer PoemsWilliam Macneile Dixon, Sir Herbert John Clifford Grierson |
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... fair forheed ; It was almost a spanne brood , I trowe ; For , hardily , she was nat undergrowe . Ful fetis was hir cloke , as I was war . Of smal coral aboute hir arm she bar 140 150 A peire of bedes , gauded al with grene ; And ther ...
... fair forheed ; It was almost a spanne brood , I trowe ; For , hardily , she was nat undergrowe . Ful fetis was hir cloke , as I was war . Of smal coral aboute hir arm she bar 140 150 A peire of bedes , gauded al with grene ; And ther ...
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... fair prelat ; He was nat pale as a for - pyned goost . A fat swan loved he best of any roost . His palfrey was as broun as is a berye . A FRERE ther was , a wantown and a merye , A limitour , a ful solempne man . In alle the ordres ...
... fair prelat ; He was nat pale as a for - pyned goost . A fat swan loved he best of any roost . His palfrey was as broun as is a berye . A FRERE ther was , a wantown and a merye , A limitour , a ful solempne man . In alle the ordres ...
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... fair burgeys , To sitten in a yeldhalle on a deys . Everich , for the wisdom that he can , Was shaply for to been an alderman . For catel hadde they y - nogh and rente , And eek hir wyves wolde it wel assente ; And elles certein were ...
... fair burgeys , To sitten in a yeldhalle on a deys . Everich , for the wisdom that he can , Was shaply for to been an alderman . For catel hadde they y - nogh and rente , And eek hir wyves wolde it wel assente ; And elles certein were ...
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... fair up - on an heeth , With grene trees shadwed was his place . He coude bettre than his lord purchace . Ful riche he was astored prively , His lord wel coude he plesen subtilly , To yeve and lene him of his owne good , And have a ...
... fair up - on an heeth , With grene trees shadwed was his place . He coude bettre than his lord purchace . Ful riche he was astored prively , His lord wel coude he plesen subtilly , To yeve and lene him of his owne good , And have a ...
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... That feeld hath eyen , and the wode hath eres . ' It is ful fair a man to bere him evene , For al - day meteth men at unset stevene . 620 630 640 650 660 Ful litel woot Arcite of his felawe , That was THE KNIGHTES TALE 31.
... That feeld hath eyen , and the wode hath eres . ' It is ful fair a man to bere him evene , For al - day meteth men at unset stevene . 620 630 640 650 660 Ful litel woot Arcite of his felawe , That was THE KNIGHTES TALE 31.
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Page 368 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Page 344 - Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay ! Farewell, farewell!
Page 340 - But tell me, tell me! speak again, Thy soft response renewing— What makes that ship drive on so fast? What is the ocean doing?' Second Voice 'Still as a slave before his lord, The ocean hath no blast; His great bright eye most silently Up to the Moon is cast— If he may know which way to go; For she guides him smooth or grim. See, brother, see! how graciously She looketh down on him.
Page 319 - Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little Actor cons another part; Filling from time to time his "humorous stage...
Page 292 - The immeasurable height Of woods decaying, never to be decayed, The stationary blasts of waterfalls, And in the narrow rent at every turn Winds thwarting winds, bewildered and forlorn, The torrents shooting from the clear blue sky, The rocks that muttered close upon our ears, Black drizzling crags that spake by the way-side As if a voice were in them, the sick sight And giddy prospect of the raving stream, The unfettered clouds and region of the Heavens, Tumult and peace, the darkness and the light...
Page 319 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Page 337 - My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank. I moved, and could not feel my limbs: I was so light — almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost.
Page 318 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone : The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream...
Page 369 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Page 338 - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman steered, the ship moved on; Yet never a breeze...