English Poetry, 40. kötetP. F. Collier & son, 1910 - 1508 oldal |
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138. oldal
... wyll be ? ' ' I have none , ' than sayde the knyght , ' But God that dyed on tree . ' ' Do away thy japis , " sayde Robyn , " Thereof wol I right none ; Wenest thou I wolde have God to borowe , Peter , Poule , or Johnn ? ' Nay , by hym ...
... wyll be ? ' ' I have none , ' than sayde the knyght , ' But God that dyed on tree . ' ' Do away thy japis , " sayde Robyn , " Thereof wol I right none ; Wenest thou I wolde have God to borowe , Peter , Poule , or Johnn ? ' Nay , by hym ...
140. oldal
... wyll be ? ' ' This day twelve moneth , ' saide Robyn , ' Under this grene - wode tre . ' It were greate shame , ' sayde Robyn , ' A knight alone to ryde , Withoutë squyre , yoman , or page , To walkë by his syde . ' I shal the lende ...
... wyll be ? ' ' This day twelve moneth , ' saide Robyn , ' Under this grene - wode tre . ' It were greate shame , ' sayde Robyn , ' A knight alone to ryde , Withoutë squyre , yoman , or page , To walkë by his syde . ' I shal the lende ...
142. oldal
... wyll not come yet , ' sayd the justyce , ' I dare well undertake ' ; But in sorowe tymë for them all The knyght came to the gate . You are always in open opposition to me . Wholly . ' Unless . Cellarer , purveyor . Than bespake that ...
... wyll not come yet , ' sayd the justyce , ' I dare well undertake ' ; But in sorowe tymë for them all The knyght came to the gate . You are always in open opposition to me . Wholly . ' Unless . Cellarer , purveyor . Than bespake that ...
144. oldal
... wyll be thy true servaunte , And trewely serve the , Tyll ye have foure hondred pounde Of money good and free . ' The abbot sware a full grete othe , ' By God that dyed on a tree , Get thy londe where thou may , For thou getest none of ...
... wyll be thy true servaunte , And trewely serve the , Tyll ye have foure hondred pounde Of money good and free . ' The abbot sware a full grete othe , ' By God that dyed on a tree , Get thy londe where thou may , For thou getest none of ...
145. oldal
... wyll ye gyve more , ' sayd the justyce , ' And the knyght shall make a releyse ? And elles dare I safly swere Ye holde never your londe in pees . ' ' An hondred pounde , ' sayd the abbot ; The justice sayd , ' Gyve hym two ' ; ' Nay ...
... wyll ye gyve more , ' sayd the justyce , ' And the knyght shall make a releyse ? And elles dare I safly swere Ye holde never your londe in pees . ' ' An hondred pounde , ' sayd the abbot ; The justice sayd , ' Gyve hym two ' ; ' Nay ...
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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.