Select British Poets, Or, New Elegant Extracts from Chaucer to the Present Time, with Critical RemarksWilliam C. Hall, 1824 - 822 pages |
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... doth the nightingale : Curteis he was , lowly , and servisable ; And carf before his fader at the table . A Yeman hadde he ; and servantes no mo At that time ; for him luste to ride so : B And he was cladde in cote and hode of grene NEW ...
... doth the nightingale : Curteis he was , lowly , and servisable ; And carf before his fader at the table . A Yeman hadde he ; and servantes no mo At that time ; for him luste to ride so : B And he was cladde in cote and hode of grene NEW ...
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... doth an egle , whan him list to sore , This same stede shal bere you evermore , Withouten harme , till ye be ther you lest , ( Though that ye slepen on his back or rest , ) And turne again with writhing of a pin . He that it wrought ...
... doth an egle , whan him list to sore , This same stede shal bere you evermore , Withouten harme , till ye be ther you lest , ( Though that ye slepen on his back or rest , ) And turne again with writhing of a pin . He that it wrought ...
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... doth a swarme of been , And maden skilles after hir fantasies , Rehersing of the olde poetries . And sayd it was ylike the Pegasee , The hors that hadde winges for to flee ; Or , elles , it was the Grekes hors Sinon , That broughte ...
... doth a swarme of been , And maden skilles after hir fantasies , Rehersing of the olde poetries . And sayd it was ylike the Pegasee , The hors that hadde winges for to flee ; Or , elles , it was the Grekes hors Sinon , That broughte ...
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... doth yourselven grace ; Or what may be your helpe ? for west ne est , Ne saw I never , er now , no brid ne best , That ferde with himself so pitously . Ye sle me with your sorwe veraily , I have of you so gret compassioun . For Goddes ...
... doth yourselven grace ; Or what may be your helpe ? for west ne est , Ne saw I never , er now , no brid ne best , That ferde with himself so pitously . Ye sle me with your sorwe veraily , I have of you so gret compassioun . For Goddes ...
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... doth a ball . He foineth on his foo with a tronchoun , And he him hurtleth with his hors adoun . He thurgh the body is hurt , and sith ytake Maugre his hed , and brought unto the stake , As forword was , right ther he must abide ...
... doth a ball . He foineth on his foo with a tronchoun , And he him hurtleth with his hors adoun . He thurgh the body is hurt , and sith ytake Maugre his hed , and brought unto the stake , As forword was , right ther he must abide ...
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Page 107 - And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. So much the rather thou, celestial Light, Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate ; there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight.
Page 300 - Peace to all such! But were there One whose fires True Genius kindles and fair Fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne, View him with scornful, yet with jealous eyes, And hate for arts that caus'd himself to rise; Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer...
Page 407 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree ; Another came : nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he : The next, with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 139 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which...
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Page 375 - He threw his blood-stain'd sword in thunder down ; And with a withering look The war-denouncing trumpet took ; And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe . And ever and anon he beat The doubling drum with furious heat...
Page 107 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine: But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Page 454 - Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place. 1 am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own. The beasts that roam over the plain My form with indifference see, They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me.
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