Chaucer to DonneThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1920 |
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Pagina 28
... hast werreyed on every syde , Men myght a book make of it lyk a stórie ! What nede is thee to seke on me victórie , Syn I am thyn , and holly at thi wille ? What joye hastow thyn owën folk to spille ? ' Wel hastow , lord , ywroke on me ...
... hast werreyed on every syde , Men myght a book make of it lyk a stórie ! What nede is thee to seke on me victórie , Syn I am thyn , and holly at thi wille ? What joye hastow thyn owën folk to spille ? ' Wel hastow , lord , ywroke on me ...
Pagina 40
... Hast served so ententyfly2 Hys blyndë nevew3 Cupido , And fairë Venus also , Withoutë guerdoun ever yit , And nevertheles hast set thy wit , ( Although [ that ] in thy hede ful lyt is ) To makë songës , bokes , and dytees , In ryme , or ...
... Hast served so ententyfly2 Hys blyndë nevew3 Cupido , And fairë Venus also , Withoutë guerdoun ever yit , And nevertheles hast set thy wit , ( Although [ that ] in thy hede ful lyt is ) To makë songës , bokes , and dytees , In ryme , or ...
Pagina 41
... hast no tydynges Of Lovës folke , yf they be glade , Ne of noght ellës that God made ; And noght oonly fro fer contree , That ther no tydyng cometh to thee , Not of thy verray neyghëbores , That dwellen almost at thy dores , Thou herest ...
... hast no tydynges Of Lovës folke , yf they be glade , Ne of noght ellës that God made ; And noght oonly fro fer contree , That ther no tydyng cometh to thee , Not of thy verray neyghëbores , That dwellen almost at thy dores , Thou herest ...
Pagina 42
Thomas Humphry Ward. In som recompensacioun Of labour and devocioun That thou hast had , loo ! causëles , To Cupido the rechchëles . PROLOGUE TO THE LEGENDE OF GOODE WOMEN . [ The poet loves books , but loves the daisy more . } And as ...
Thomas Humphry Ward. In som recompensacioun Of labour and devocioun That thou hast had , loo ! causëles , To Cupido the rechchëles . PROLOGUE TO THE LEGENDE OF GOODE WOMEN . [ The poet loves books , but loves the daisy more . } And as ...
Pagina 46
... hast of love suche peyne , My lady comith , that al this may disteyne . Hero , Dido , Laudomia , alle yfere1 , And Phillis , hangyng for thy Demophoun , And Canace , espied by thy chere2 , Ysiphile betraysed with Jasoun , Maketh of your ...
... hast of love suche peyne , My lady comith , that al this may disteyne . Hero , Dido , Laudomia , alle yfere1 , And Phillis , hangyng for thy Demophoun , And Canace , espied by thy chere2 , Ysiphile betraysed with Jasoun , Maketh of your ...
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Aeneid Astrophel and Stella ballads beauty behold bliss Caelica Canterbury Tales Chaucer Clerk Saunders dead dear death delight doth earth Elizabethan England's Helicon English English poetry eyes Faery Queen fair fear flowers genius Glasgerion grace grene gret hand hast hath heart heaven herte hire honour king lady light live Lord lovers mind never night nocht nought passion Petrarch play pleasure poems poet poetical poetry praise Queen quoth rich Robin Hood sall satire sche Scotch seyde Shakespeare Sidney Sidney's sighs sight sing sleep song Sonnet 46 sonnets sorrow soul Spenser sweet swich Tamburlaine tell thair thee ther thine thing thou thought thow Timor Mortis conturbat Troylus true truth tyme unto Venus Venus and Adonis verse virtue weep whan wight wolde words write
Populaire passages
Pagina 460 - O for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide, Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Pagina xliii - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Pagina 489 - 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.
Pagina 454 - So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain* jewels in the carcanet.
Pagina 465 - Tu-whit, 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 crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl...
Pagina 494 - 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.
Pagina 294 - Crosse he bore, The deare remembrance of his dying Lord, For whose sweete sake that glorious badge he wore, And dead as living ever him ador'd: Upon his shield the like was also scor'd...
Pagina 477 - As it fell upon a day, In the merry month of May, Sitting in a pleasant shade Which a grove of myrtles made...
Pagina 453 - If thou survive my well-contented day, When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover, And shalt by fortune once more re-survey These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover, Compare them with the bettering of the time, And though they be outstripp'd by every pen, Reserve them for my love, not for their rime, Exceeded by the height of happier men.
Pagina xvii - The future of poetry is immense, because in poetry, where it is worthy of its high destinies, our race, as time goes on, will find an ever surer and surer stay. There is not a creed which is not shaken, not an accredited dogma which is not shown to be questionable, not a received tradition which does not threaten to dissolve.