Chaucer to BurnsRossiter Johnson D. Appleton, 1876 |
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... sound His merry oaten pipe ; but shunn'd th ' unlucky ground . But this good Knight , soon as he them gan spy , For the cool shade him thither hast❜ly got : For golden Phoebus , now ymounted high From fiery wheels of his fair chariot ...
... sound His merry oaten pipe ; but shunn'd th ' unlucky ground . But this good Knight , soon as he them gan spy , For the cool shade him thither hast❜ly got : For golden Phoebus , now ymounted high From fiery wheels of his fair chariot ...
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... sound on high ; And running heralds humble homage made , Greeting him goodly with new victory ; And to him brought the shield , the cause of en- mity . Wherewith he goeth to that sovereign queen ; And , falling her before on lowly knee ...
... sound on high ; And running heralds humble homage made , Greeting him goodly with new victory ; And to him brought the shield , the cause of en- mity . Wherewith he goeth to that sovereign queen ; And , falling her before on lowly knee ...
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... sound : Who , when they heard that piteous strainéd voice , In haste forsook their rural merriment , And ran towards the far rebounded noise , To weet what wight so loudly did lament . Unto the place they come incontinent : Whom when ...
... sound : Who , when they heard that piteous strainéd voice , In haste forsook their rural merriment , And ran towards the far rebounded noise , To weet what wight so loudly did lament . Unto the place they come incontinent : Whom when ...
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... sound , But trembling fear did feel in every vein : Three miles it might be easy heard around , And echoes three answer'd itself again : No false enchantment , nor deceitful train , Might once abide the terror of that blast , But ...
... sound , But trembling fear did feel in every vein : Three miles it might be easy heard around , And echoes three answer'd itself again : No false enchantment , nor deceitful train , Might once abide the terror of that blast , But ...
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... sound , The god of war with his fierce equipage Thou dost awake , sleep never he so sound ; And scared nations dost with horror stern astound . Fair goddess , lay that furious fitt aside , Till I of wars and bloody Mars do sing , And ...
... sound , The god of war with his fierce equipage Thou dost awake , sleep never he so sound ; And scared nations dost with horror stern astound . Fair goddess , lay that furious fitt aside , Till I of wars and bloody Mars do sing , And ...
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Page 66 - Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, — and then my state (Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate ; For thy sweet love remembered, such wealth brings, That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Page 102 - SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky! The dew shall weep thy fall to-night; For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly...
Page 112 - Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe.
Page 201 - 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...
Page 110 - Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony — That Orpheus...
Page 112 - To scorn delights and live laborious days: But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.
Page 72 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Page 150 - 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 to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Page 112 - Closed o'er the head of your loved Lycidas? For neither were ye playing on the steep Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream. Ay me, I fondly dream! Had ye been there — for what could that have done?
Page 292 - THE spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim. The unwearied sun from day to day Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land The work of an almighty hand. Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes Up the wondrous tale...