English Poetry: With Introductions, Notes and Illustrations, 40. kötetP.F. Collier & son, 1910 - 1508 oldal |
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... abbot able . 95 98 Ful many a deyntee hors hadde he in stable : And , whan he rood , men mighte his brydel here T Reached . 78 Certainly . 77 High spirits . 78 Took pains to imitate courtly manners . 79 Dignified . 80 Worthy . 81 ...
... abbot able . 95 98 Ful many a deyntee hors hadde he in stable : And , whan he rood , men mighte his brydel here T Reached . 78 Certainly . 77 High spirits . 78 Took pains to imitate courtly manners . 79 Dignified . 80 Worthy . 81 ...
133. oldal
... Abbot , or ani knyght , Bringhe hym to lodge to me ; His dyner shall be dight . ' 914 They wente up to the Saylis , These yemen all three ; They loked est , they loked weest , They myght no man see . But as they loked in to Bernysdale ...
... Abbot , or ani knyght , Bringhe hym to lodge to me ; His dyner shall be dight . ' 914 They wente up to the Saylis , These yemen all three ; They loked est , they loked weest , They myght no man see . But as they loked in to Bernysdale ...
137. oldal
... abbot here besyde Of Seynt Mari Abbey . ' ' What is the som ? ' sayde Robyn ; 6 Trouth than tell thou me ' ; ' Sir , ' he sayde , ' foure hundred pounde ; The abbot told it to me . ' ' Nowe and thou lese thy lond , ' sayde Robyn ...
... abbot here besyde Of Seynt Mari Abbey . ' ' What is the som ? ' sayde Robyn ; 6 Trouth than tell thou me ' ; ' Sir , ' he sayde , ' foure hundred pounde ; The abbot told it to me . ' ' Nowe and thou lese thy lond , ' sayde Robyn ...
141. oldal
... abbot of that place Foure hundred pounde I must pay ; And but I be there upon this nyght My londe is lost for ay . ' The abbot sayd to his covent , There he stode on grounde , " This day twelfe moneth came a knyght And borowed foure ...
... abbot of that place Foure hundred pounde I must pay ; And but I be there upon this nyght My londe is lost for ay . ' The abbot sayd to his covent , There he stode on grounde , " This day twelfe moneth came a knyght And borowed foure ...
142. oldal
... abbot and the hy selerer Stertë forthe full bolde , The highe justyce of Englonde The abbot there dyde holde . The hye justyce and many mo Had taken into theyr honde Holy all the knyghtes det , To put that knyght to wronge . They demed ...
... abbot and the hy selerer Stertë forthe full bolde , The highe justyce of Englonde The abbot there dyde holde . The hye justyce and many mo Had taken into theyr honde Holy all the knyghtes det , To put that knyght to wronge . They demed ...
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Népszerű szakaszok
292. oldal - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
425. oldal - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen: Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
264. oldal - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
261. oldal - 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...
450. oldal - But knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Kich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll Chill penury repress'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul. " Full many a gem of purest ray serene. The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear ; Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
300. oldal - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart And thy crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever: Thou that mak'st...
452. oldal - For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour"d dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led. Some kindred spirit shall enquire thy fate,— Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, "Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
275. oldal - Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority, And folly, doctor-like, controlling skill, And simple truth miscall'd simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill : Tired with all these,...
453. oldal - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
399. oldal - Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow, While organs yet were mute, Timotheus, to his breathing flute And sounding lyre Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.