Chaucer to BurnsH. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1913 |
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23. oldal
... lover : Doth she chide thee ? ' Tis to shew it That thy coldness makes her do it ; Is she silent ? is she mute ? Silence fully ' grants thy sute ; Doth she pout , and leave the room ? Then she goes to bid thee come ; Is she sick ? why ...
... lover : Doth she chide thee ? ' Tis to shew it That thy coldness makes her do it ; Is she silent ? is she mute ? Silence fully ' grants thy sute ; Doth she pout , and leave the room ? Then she goes to bid thee come ; Is she sick ? why ...
24. oldal
... Lovers twain , the one incapable of surviving the other , could not have been mourned more fittingly : His being was in her alone ; And he not being , she was none . They joy'd one joy , one grief they griev'd ; One love they lov'd ...
... Lovers twain , the one incapable of surviving the other , could not have been mourned more fittingly : His being was in her alone ; And he not being , she was none . They joy'd one joy , one grief they griev'd ; One love they lov'd ...
26. oldal
... lover's case , I reade it in thy lookes ; thy languisht grace , To me , that feele the like , thy state discries ... lovers scorne whom that love doth possesse ? Doe they call vertue there ungratefulnesse ? 9 In another the personal ...
... lover's case , I reade it in thy lookes ; thy languisht grace , To me , that feele the like , thy state discries ... lovers scorne whom that love doth possesse ? Doe they call vertue there ungratefulnesse ? 9 In another the personal ...
28. oldal
... lover , the mistress , all , that is , but the husband . The colours , mixed more , it is true , with brain than heart , still are of real passion for the time being , evoked by an effort of will . Doubtless , the entire shining ...
... lover , the mistress , all , that is , but the husband . The colours , mixed more , it is true , with brain than heart , still are of real passion for the time being , evoked by an effort of will . Doubtless , the entire shining ...
36. oldal
... lovers bowres . " It was his mistress from whom they breathed ; and he revelled in them ; yet delighting in all such transient charms chiefly as emblems of the inner lamp , immortally fair . It , from whose celestiall ray That light ...
... lovers bowres . " It was his mistress from whom they breathed ; and he revelled in them ; yet delighting in all such transient charms chiefly as emblems of the inner lamp , immortally fair . It , from whose celestiall ray That light ...
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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.