Chaucer to DonneThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1880 |
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... seyn , my chambre was Ful wel depeynted , and with glas Were alle the wyndowes wel yglased Ful clere , and nat an hoole ycrased , That to beholde hyt was grete joye . For holy al the story of Troye Was in the glasynge ywrought thus ; Of ...
... seyn , my chambre was Ful wel depeynted , and with glas Were alle the wyndowes wel yglased Ful clere , and nat an hoole ycrased , That to beholde hyt was grete joye . For holy al the story of Troye Was in the glasynge ywrought thus ; Of ...
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... seyn thyng to ben preysed derre2 , Nor under cloudë blak so bright a sterre , As was Criseyde , as folk seyde everychon , That hire byhelden in hire blakë wede ; And yet sche stood ful low and stille allone Byhynden other folk in litel ...
... seyn thyng to ben preysed derre2 , Nor under cloudë blak so bright a sterre , As was Criseyde , as folk seyde everychon , That hire byhelden in hire blakë wede ; And yet sche stood ful low and stille allone Byhynden other folk in litel ...
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... seyn may nought distourbed be That shal bytyden of necessité . This Troilus sat on his bayë stede Al armed save his hed ful richely , And wonded was his hors , and gan to blede , On whiche he rood a paas ful softëly : 3 But swiche a ...
... seyn may nought distourbed be That shal bytyden of necessité . This Troilus sat on his bayë stede Al armed save his hed ful richely , And wonded was his hors , and gan to blede , On whiche he rood a paas ful softëly : 3 But swiche a ...
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... seyn , I not3 , that she yaf hym hire herte . But trewelyche , the storye telleth us , Ther made never womman morë wo Than she , when that she falsede Troylus ; She seyde , ' Allas ! for now is clene ago1 My name of trouthe in love for ...
... seyn , I not3 , that she yaf hym hire herte . But trewelyche , the storye telleth us , Ther made never womman morë wo Than she , when that she falsede Troylus ; She seyde , ' Allas ! for now is clene ago1 My name of trouthe in love for ...
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... seyn , in as muche as in me is , I have hem don dishonoure , walaway ! Al be I not the firste that dide amys , What helpeth that to don my blame away ? But syn I se ther is no better way , And that to late is now for me to rewe , To ...
... seyn , in as muche as in me is , I have hem don dishonoure , walaway ! Al be I not the firste that dide amys , What helpeth that to don my blame away ? But syn I se ther is no better way , And that to late is now for me to rewe , To ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Aeneid Astrophel and Stella ballads beauty behold bliss Caelica Chaucer Clerk Saunders Creusa dead dear death delight doth Edom Elizabethan England's Helicon English eyes Faery Queen fair fayre fear flowers genius Glasgerion gold grace gret grief gude hand hart hast hath heart heaven herte hire honour king Kinmont Willie lady light live Lord lovers Marlowe mind mony never night nocht nought passion Petrarch play pleasure poems poet poetical poetry praise Quhat Quhen Quhilk quoth rich Robin Robin Hood sall satire sche Scotch Shakespeare Sidney Sidney's sighs sight sing sleep song sonnets sorrow soul Spenser sweet Tamburlaine tell thair thay thee ther thine thing thou thought thow Timor Mortis conturbat true unto Venus Venus and Adonis verse virtue whan wolde words write
Passagens conhecidas
Página 445 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Página 452 - 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...
Página 444 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Página 444 - When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope...
Página xlii - Faith, he maunna fa' that! For a' that, and a' that; Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may,— As come it will for a' that,— That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a
Página 446 - 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.
Página 343 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies ; How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries...
Página 442 - Proving his beauty by succession thine! This were to be new made when thou art old, And see thy blood warm when thou feel'st it cold.
Página 457 - 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...
Página xxvii - What though the field be lost? All is not lost; the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield: And what is else not to be overcome?