Specimens, with memoirs, of the less-known British poets. With an intr. essay, by G. Gilfillan. The text ed. by C.C. Clarke, Band 1George Gilfillan 1881 |
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... doth me lere.'8 1 ' Druery : ' modesty , decorum.- ' Thrye : ' thrice.- ' Bachlery : ' chivalry , courage , or youth.- ' Chekere : ' chess .-- With casting , other with setting : " different ways of playing at chess . - 6 Alurs ...
... doth me lere.'8 1 ' Druery : ' modesty , decorum.- ' Thrye : ' thrice.- ' Bachlery : ' chivalry , courage , or youth.- ' Chekere : ' chess .-- With casting , other with setting : " different ways of playing at chess . - 6 Alurs ...
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... doth evil as methinketh , And Dowell and Doevil may not dwell together , Ergo he is not alway among you friars ; He is other while elsewhere , to wyshen the people . ' I shall say thee , my son , ' said the friar then , ' How seven ...
... doth evil as methinketh , And Dowell and Doevil may not dwell together , Ergo he is not alway among you friars ; He is other while elsewhere , to wyshen the people . ' I shall say thee , my son , ' said the friar then , ' How seven ...
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... doth right thus , and he doth much more , He is as low as a lamb , and lovely of speech , And helpeth all men , after that them needeth ; The baggës and the bigirdles , he hath to - broke them all , That the earl avarous heldë and his ...
... doth right thus , and he doth much more , He is as low as a lamb , and lovely of speech , And helpeth all men , after that them needeth ; The baggës and the bigirdles , he hath to - broke them all , That the earl avarous heldë and his ...
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... doth deny , The aged oak , that doth resist the force of blust'ring blast , The pleasant herb , that everywhere a pleasant smell doth cast , The lion's force , whose courage stout declares a prince - like might , The eagle , that for ...
... doth deny , The aged oak , that doth resist the force of blust'ring blast , The pleasant herb , that everywhere a pleasant smell doth cast , The lion's force , whose courage stout declares a prince - like might , The eagle , that for ...
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... doth suppress , Or secret sorrow breaks your sleeps , Or dolours do distress ; Yet bear a part in doleful wise , Yea , think it good accord , And acceptable sacrifice , Each sprite to praise the Lord . The dreadful night with ...
... doth suppress , Or secret sorrow breaks your sleeps , Or dolours do distress ; Yet bear a part in doleful wise , Yea , think it good accord , And acceptable sacrifice , Each sprite to praise the Lord . The dreadful night with ...
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Seite 178 - 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. Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside...
Seite 112 - 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...
Seite 24 - Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the evensong; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. » We have short time to stay as you; We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you or anything.
Seite 177 - 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.
Seite 149 - 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!
Seite 113 - Townsfolk my strength ; a daintier judge applies His praise to sleight, which from good use doth rise ; Some lucky wits impute it but to chance ; Others, because of both sides I do take My blood from them, who did excel in this, Think Nature me a man of arms did make. How far they shot awry ! the true cause is, STELLA looked on, and from her heavenly face Sent forth the beams which made so fair my race.
Seite 257 - Soul of the age! The applause! delight! the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read, and praise to give.
Seite 275 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Seite 276 - Her finger was so small, the ring Would not stay on which they did bring, It was too wide a peck : And to say truth, for out it must, ' It look'd like the great collar, just, About our young colt's neck. Her feet beneath her petticoat, Like little mice stole in and out, As if they fear'd the light : But oh ! she dances such a way — No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.
Seite 172 - Thus sung they in the English boat, A holy and a cheerful Note, And all the way, to guide their Chime, With falling Oars they kept the time.