Specimens of the British Poets: Chaucer, 1400, to Beaumont, 1628Thomas Campbell John Murray, 1819 |
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... rests upon no certain evidence ; nor are there even satisfactory proofs that he ever went on his Italian embassy . His genius and connexions seem to have kept him in prosperity during the whole of Edward III.'s reign , and during the ...
... rests upon no certain evidence ; nor are there even satisfactory proofs that he ever went on his Italian embassy . His genius and connexions seem to have kept him in prosperity during the whole of Edward III.'s reign , and during the ...
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... rests so much importance , is indeed disputed ; but Sir Tristram exhibits an original romance , composed on the north of the Tweed , at a time when there is no proof that southern English contained any work of that species of fiction ...
... rests so much importance , is indeed disputed ; but Sir Tristram exhibits an original romance , composed on the north of the Tweed , at a time when there is no proof that southern English contained any work of that species of fiction ...
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... rest.- thee alone . Makyne , adieu , the sun goes west . - 4 The day is nearly gone . - 5 Robene , in sorrow I am so beset . - 6 That love will be my bane . - 7 Go love , Makyne , where thou wilt . - 8 For sweetheart I love none . VIII ...
... rest.- thee alone . Makyne , adieu , the sun goes west . - 4 The day is nearly gone . - 5 Robene , in sorrow I am so beset . - 6 That love will be my bane . - 7 Go love , Makyne , where thou wilt . - 8 For sweetheart I love none . VIII ...
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... rest ; The secret thoughts , imparted with such trust ; The wanton talk , the divers change of play ; The friendship sworn , each promise kept so just , Wherewith we past the winter nights away . And with this thought the blood forsakes ...
... rest ; The secret thoughts , imparted with such trust ; The wanton talk , the divers change of play ; The friendship sworn , each promise kept so just , Wherewith we past the winter nights away . And with this thought the blood forsakes ...
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... rest , And joys to see his subjects lie with living death in breast ; But dire Disdain lets drive a shaft , and galls this bragging fool , He plucks his plumes , unbends his bow , and sets him new to school ; Whereby this boy that ...
... rest , And joys to see his subjects lie with living death in breast ; But dire Disdain lets drive a shaft , and galls this bragging fool , He plucks his plumes , unbends his bow , and sets him new to school ; Whereby this boy that ...
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Specimens of the British Poets: Chaucer, 1400, to Beaumont, 1628 Thomas Campbell Visualização integral - 1819 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
Anne Boleyn Anthony Wood appears beauty beauty's behold birds born Chaucer coude court cruel dance death delight disdain doth Earl England England's Helicon English English poetry Euphuism eyes face fair fair ladie Fairy Queen flowers Gabriel Harvey give gold goodly Gorboduc grace greit grief Guyon hair hast hath heart heaven heavenly honour king lady Lady Jane Seymour land light living Lord lute Lyndsay Makyne mind Mirror for Magistrates mony muse never night noble nought pain pleasant poem poet poetical poetry praise Prince Quhen quoth rest richt Robene Saxon Say nay scho Scotland Scottish seem'd shew shining sigh sight sing Sir Thomas Wyatt song SONNET sorrow Spenser spurrit Squyer Surrey Surrey's sweet Sydney Tell thair thame thee ther thine thought unto verses wanton whan wight words Wyatt youth
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Página 283 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth "s unknown, although his height be taken.
Página 160 - Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold; A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Página 111 - Forget not yet the tried intent Of such a truth as I have meant ; My great travail so gladly spent, Forget not yet ! Forget not yet when first began The weary life ye know, since whan The suit, the service none tell can ; Forget not yet ! Forget not yet the great assays, The cruel wrong...
Página 122 - The turtle to her make hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings; The fishes flete with new repaired scale.
Página 235 - With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin : All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love ! has she done this to thee ? What shall, alas ! become of me...
Página 340 - So high in thoughts as I : You left a kiss Upon these lips then, which I mean to keep From you for ever. I did hear you talk Far above singing ! After you were gone, I grew acquainted with my heart, and search'd What stirr'd it so : Alas ! I found it love ; Yet far from lust ; for could I but have lived In presence of you, I had had my end.
Página 219 - Tell zeal it lacks devotion, Tell love it is but lust, Tell time it is but motion, Tell flesh it is but dust ; And wish them not reply, For thou must give the lie.
Página 283 - When summer's breath their masked buds discloses : But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made : And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth, When that shall fade, my verse distils your truth.
Página 20 - And bathed every veyne in swich licour. Of which vertu engendred is the flour; Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth Inspired hath in every holt and heeth The tendre croppes...
Página 283 - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give ! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses ; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves.