Twelve Centuries of English Poetry and ProseAlphonso Gerald Newcomer, Alice Ebba Andrews Scott, Foresman, 1910 - 756 páginas |
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... wolde . 60 Many of this maistres Freris70 mowe71 clothen hem at lykyng , For here money and marchandise marchen togideres . For sith72 charite hath be chapman73 and chief to shryve lordes , † Many ferlis74 han fallen in a fewe yeris.75 ...
... wolde . 60 Many of this maistres Freris70 mowe71 clothen hem at lykyng , For here money and marchandise marchen togideres . For sith72 charite hath be chapman73 and chief to shryve lordes , † Many ferlis74 han fallen in a fewe yeris.75 ...
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... wolde wepe , if that she sawe a mous Caught in a trappe , if it were deed or bledde . Of smale houndes had she , that she fedde With rosted flesh , or milk and wastel breed 1 . But sore weep she if oon of hem were deed , 34 nut - head ...
... wolde wepe , if that she sawe a mous Caught in a trappe , if it were deed or bledde . Of smale houndes had she , that she fedde With rosted flesh , or milk and wastel breed 1 . But sore weep she if oon of hem were deed , 34 nut - head ...
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... wolde he spare . I seigh31 his sleves purfiled32 at the hond With grys33 , and that the fyneste of a lond ; And , for to festne his hood under his chin , He hadde of gold y - wroght a curious pin : A love - knot in the gretter ende ther ...
... wolde he spare . I seigh31 his sleves purfiled32 at the hond With grys33 , and that the fyneste of a lond ; And , for to festne his hood under his chin , He hadde of gold y - wroght a curious pin : A love - knot in the gretter ende ther ...
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... wolde he have a ferthing24 , er he wente , His purchas25 was wel bettre than his rente26 . And rage27 he coude as it were right a whelpe28 . 250 Up - on his heed a Flaundrish bever hat ; His botes clasped faire and fetisly . His ...
... wolde he have a ferthing24 , er he wente , His purchas25 was wel bettre than his rente26 . And rage27 he coude as it were right a whelpe28 . 250 Up - on his heed a Flaundrish bever hat ; His botes clasped faire and fetisly . His ...
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... wolde it wel assente54 ; And elles certein were they to blame . It is ful fair to been y - clept ma dame , And goon55 to vigilyës56 al bifore , And have a mantel roialliche y - bore57 . 350 360 370 380 A Cook they hadde with hem for the ...
... wolde it wel assente54 ; And elles certein were they to blame . It is ful fair to been y - clept ma dame , And goon55 to vigilyës56 al bifore , And have a mantel roialliche y - bore57 . 350 360 370 380 A Cook they hadde with hem for the ...
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Página 457 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips - 'The foe! they come! they come!' And wild and high the 'Cameron's gathering
Página 220 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Página 436 - 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!
Página 462 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand ; his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low : And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims around him ; he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.
Página 479 - That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer ; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high,...
Página 416 - These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye: But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart...
Página 257 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ! thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair : thyself how wondrous then, Unspeakable ! who sitt'st above these heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels : for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night Circle his throne rejoicing ; ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures...
Página 427 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
Página 430 - The Sun now rose upon the right Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day, for food or play, Came to the mariners...
Página 443 - River where ford there was none: But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.