The Poems of Geoffrey Chaucer, Modernized ...Whittaker & Company, 1841 - 331 oldal |
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17. oldal
... bliss Was verily man's perfect happiness . An householder of great extent was he ; He was St. Julian † in his own countréy . With bread and ale his board was always crown'd ; A better cellar no where could be found . His pantry never ...
... bliss Was verily man's perfect happiness . An householder of great extent was he ; He was St. Julian † in his own countréy . With bread and ale his board was always crown'd ; A better cellar no where could be found . His pantry never ...
45. oldal
... bliss , If with that counsel I do e'er comply . 34 . Good Nightingale ! thou speakest wondrous fair , Yet for all that , the truth is found elsewhere ; For Love in young folk is but rage , I wis ; And Love in old folk a great dotage is ...
... bliss , If with that counsel I do e'er comply . 34 . Good Nightingale ! thou speakest wondrous fair , Yet for all that , the truth is found elsewhere ; For Love in young folk is but rage , I wis ; And Love in old folk a great dotage is ...
46. oldal
... bliss , Unless it alway stay with him , I wis He may full soon go with an old man's hair . 37 . And , therefore , Nightingale ! do thou keep nigh , For trust me well , in spite of thy quaint cry , If long time from thy mate thou be , or ...
... bliss , Unless it alway stay with him , I wis He may full soon go with an old man's hair . 37 . And , therefore , Nightingale ! do thou keep nigh , For trust me well , in spite of thy quaint cry , If long time from thy mate thou be , or ...
128. oldal
... bliss ; O ring of which the ruby now is lost , O cause of woe , that cause hast been of bliss : Yet , since I may no better , would I kiss Thy cold doors ; but I dare not for this rout : Farewell , thou shrine of which the Saint is out ...
... bliss ; O ring of which the ruby now is lost , O cause of woe , that cause hast been of bliss : Yet , since I may no better , would I kiss Thy cold doors ; but I dare not for this rout : Farewell , thou shrine of which the Saint is out ...
133. oldal
... , For love of God , run fast above thy sphere ; For when thy horns begin once more to spring , Then shall she come , that with her bliss may bring . The day is more , and longer every night Than TROILUS AND CRESIDA . 133.
... , For love of God , run fast above thy sphere ; For when thy horns begin once more to spring , Then shall she come , that with her bliss may bring . The day is more , and longer every night Than TROILUS AND CRESIDA . 133.
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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 Dorigen doth Dryden Duke of Lancaster English evermore eyes fair flower fresh friends gentle goeth gone grace green grief hand hast hath hear heart heroic verse honour horse John of Gaunt king knew knight lady LEIGH HUNT Lord lovers Manciple metre modern never nigh Nightingale noble nought numbers o'er Phoebus poems poet pray Prologue psaltery Queen quoth reader rhyme rhythm Richard le Scrope ride rode ruth Simkin 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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lxvii. oldal - There is not 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.
260. 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...
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.
lxxiii. 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 - 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...
lxix. oldal - With music strong and saintly song To wander through the forest bare, Lest aught unholy loiter there.' Thus Bracy said: the Baron, the while, Half-listening heard him with a smile; Then...
141. oldal - Quest' arder mio, di che vi cal sì poco, E i vostri onori in mie rime diffusi, Ne porian infiammar fors...
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.
6. oldal - With lockes curled as they were laid in press ; Of twenty years of age he was, I guess...