The Poems of Geoffrey Chaucer, Modernized ...Whittaker & Company, 1841 - 331 oldal |
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xx. oldal
... Leave , mother ! -let me in ! ' Here at my mother earth's deaf sullen gate , My staff , sad sole support , early and late Knocks with incessant stroke , but knocks in vain , For nought she hears though sadly I complain . Chaucer ...
... Leave , mother ! -let me in ! ' Here at my mother earth's deaf sullen gate , My staff , sad sole support , early and late Knocks with incessant stroke , but knocks in vain , For nought she hears though sadly I complain . Chaucer ...
xciii. oldal
... leaving all its pulses aching and trembling , till the very soul seems lost in bitter tears . His knowledge of character was so extensive , and so deep , that his men and women , in all essential prin- ciples , are as true and fresh at ...
... leaving all its pulses aching and trembling , till the very soul seems lost in bitter tears . His knowledge of character was so extensive , and so deep , that his men and women , in all essential prin- ciples , are as true and fresh at ...
xcvi. oldal
... leaves of Chaucer are among the very greenest we ever saw , the coolest and freshest ; his white and red , the utmost realities the mind , apart from sensuous contact , can possibly apprehend of those colours . * " Froissart ...
... leaves of Chaucer are among the very greenest we ever saw , the coolest and freshest ; his white and red , the utmost realities the mind , apart from sensuous contact , can possibly apprehend of those colours . * " Froissart ...
xcvii. oldal
... leave them to look at the troop of knights and ladies in various attire , who ride forth into the green meadows ; nor can any of their melodious ditties excite a greater pleasure than the duet sung " in swete accord " by Chaunteclare ...
... leave them to look at the troop of knights and ladies in various attire , who ride forth into the green meadows ; nor can any of their melodious ditties excite a greater pleasure than the duet sung " in swete accord " by Chaunteclare ...
ciii. oldal
... leaves all these mat- ters to " the clerks " -and quietly resumes his story with " meek as is a maid , " and as though no dis- kind had intervened , or was ever likely to a gentle pace , cussion of any disturb the sweet ( humorous ) ...
... leaves all these mat- ters to " the clerks " -and quietly resumes his story with " meek as is a maid , " and as though no dis- kind had intervened , or was ever likely to a gentle pace , cussion of any disturb the sweet ( humorous ) ...
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accents alsó Annelida anon Arviragus Aurelius beauty bird bliss brought Canace Canterbury Tales Chaucer cheer clerks Cuckoo dance daughter dear death Demophon distress Dorigen doth Dryden Duke of Lancaster durst English evermore eyes fair flower fresh friends gentle goeth gone grace green grief hand hast hath hear heard heart heroic verse honour horse John of Gaunt king knew knight lady LEIGH HUNT Lord lovers Manciple metre modern never Nightingale noble nought numbers o'er Phoebus poems poet pray PROLOGUE psaltery Queen quoth reader rhyme rhythm Richard le Scrope ride rode ruth sing sister song sooth sorrow soul speak steed story Sumner sweet syllables tale tell Tereus thee Theseus thing Thopas thou thought tongue tree trow truth twas unto versification ween wife wight wise wondrous word worthy
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270. oldal - Or call up him that left half told The story of Cambuscan bold, Of Camball, and of Algarsife, And who had Canace to wife, That own'd the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wondrous horse of brass, On which the Tartar king did ride...
lxix. oldal - There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek — There is n^ttt wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
xiii. oldal - For letting down the golden chain from high, He drew his audience upward to the sky...
xiv. oldal - Anger dared the pallid Fear ; Next stood Hypocrisy, with holy leer ; Soft smiling, and demurely looking down, But hid the dagger underneath the gown : The assassinating wife, the household fiend, And far the blackest there, the traitor-friend. On t' other side there stood Destruction bare ; Unpunish'd Rapine, and a waste of war.
lxxv. oldal - MANY a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of misery, Or the mariner, worn and wan, Never thus could voyage on Day and night, and night and day, Drifting on his dreary way, With the solid darkness black Closing round his vessel's track; Whilst above the sunless sky, Big with clouds, hangs heavily...
xxxix. oldal - The verse of Chaucer, I confess, is not harmonious to us ; but is like the eloquence of one whom Tacitus commends, it was auribus istius temporis accommodata : they who lived with him, and some time after him, thought it musical ; and it continues so even in our judgment, if compared with the numbers of Lydgate and Gower, his contemporaries : there is the rude sweetness of a Scotch tune in it, which is natural and pleasing, though not perfect.
xv. oldal - Yet could he not his closing eyes withdraw, Though less and less of Emily he saw: So speechless for a little space he lay, Then grasp'd the hand he held, and sigh'd his soul away.
1. oldal - Old Chaucer, like the morning star, To us discovers day from far. His light those mists and clouds dissolv'd Which our dark nation long involv'd ; But he, descending to the shades, Darkness again the age invades...
xxxix. oldal - Tis true I cannot go so far as he who published the last edition of him, for he would make us believe the fault is in our ears, and that there were really ten syllables in a verse where we find but nine; but this opinion is not worth confuting...
2. oldal - For many a cheerful day. These ancient walls Have often heard him, while his legends blithe He sang; of love, or knighthood, or the wiles Of homely life; through each estate and age, The fashions and the follies of the world With cunning hand portraying. Though perchance From Blenheim's towers...