Chaucer to BurnsH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1913 |
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17. oldal
... earth , had carried thither dignity and grace . Though English literature hitherto had reckoned for little , French was accessible to Englishmen . The language itself was daily being embroidered with French diction and its larger ideas ...
... earth , had carried thither dignity and grace . Though English literature hitherto had reckoned for little , French was accessible to Englishmen . The language itself was daily being embroidered with French diction and its larger ideas ...
25. oldal
... earth the water drink , Love to earth makes water sinke ; And , if dumbe things be so witty , Shall a heavenly grace want pitty ? 8 It was into its Sonnets , however , that he SIR PHILIP SIDNEY 25.
... earth the water drink , Love to earth makes water sinke ; And , if dumbe things be so witty , Shall a heavenly grace want pitty ? 8 It was into its Sonnets , however , that he SIR PHILIP SIDNEY 25.
48. oldal
... earth's worm , what dost thou mean To stifle beauty and to steal his breath , Who when he lived , his breath and beauty set Gloss on the rose , smell to the violet ? ' Hadst thou but bid beware , then he had spoke , And , hearing him ...
... earth's worm , what dost thou mean To stifle beauty and to steal his breath , Who when he lived , his breath and beauty set Gloss on the rose , smell to the violet ? ' Hadst thou but bid beware , then he had spoke , And , hearing him ...
60. oldal
... Earth's grossness ; there's the how and why . Hath she here , upon the ground , Some Paradise or palace found , In all the bounds of Beauty , fit For her t ' inhabit ? There is it . Thrice happy house , that hast receipt For this so ...
... Earth's grossness ; there's the how and why . Hath she here , upon the ground , Some Paradise or palace found , In all the bounds of Beauty , fit For her t ' inhabit ? There is it . Thrice happy house , that hast receipt For this so ...
66. oldal
... earth , may still befriend Thee and this arbour ! 1 of the exquisite appeals , to Death , or against Death : and Lay a garland on my hearse Of the dismal yew ; Maidens , willow branches bear ; Say , I died true ; My love was false , but ...
... earth , may still befriend Thee and this arbour ! 1 of the exquisite appeals , to Death , or against Death : and Lay a garland on my hearse Of the dismal yew ; Maidens , willow branches bear ; Say , I died true ; My love was false , but ...
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77. oldal - Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy...
50. oldal - 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...
161. oldal - Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired ; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee ; How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
234. oldal - Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
115. oldal - Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm. Or let my lamp at midnight hour Be seen in some high lonely tower...
178. oldal - To ALTHEA FROM PRISON WHEN Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the grates ; When I lie tangled in her hair And fetter'd to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
200. oldal - He makes the figs our mouths to meet. And throws the melons at our feet; But apples plants of such a price, No tree could ever bear them twice...
110. oldal - He that hath found some fledged bird's nest, may know At first sight if the bird be flown; But what fair well or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown. And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams Call to the soul, when man doth sleep, So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes, And into glory peep.
51. oldal - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
299. oldal - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs, — and God has given my share, — I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down ; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.