Chaucer to BurnsWilliam James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard C. Scribner's Sons, 1883 |
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... bright , That of yellowness haddè never peer Ye be my life , ye be mine heartès stere , Queen of comfort and of good company : Be heavy again , or ellis mote I die ! III . Now , Purse ! that be to me my life's light , And saviour as ...
... bright , That of yellowness haddè never peer Ye be my life , ye be mine heartès stere , Queen of comfort and of good company : Be heavy again , or ellis mote I die ! III . Now , Purse ! that be to me my life's light , And saviour as ...
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... bright with scarlet sky doth pass the evening's weed , As mellow pears above the crabs esteemed be , So doth my Love surmount them all whom yet I hap to see . The oak shall olives bear , the lamb the lion fray , The owl shall match the ...
... bright with scarlet sky doth pass the evening's weed , As mellow pears above the crabs esteemed be , So doth my Love surmount them all whom yet I hap to see . The oak shall olives bear , the lamb the lion fray , The owl shall match the ...
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... bright , That shone as Heaven's light , Against their bridal day , which was not long . Sweet Thames ! run softly till I end my song . Eftsoons the Nymphs , which now had flowers their fill , Ran all in haste to see that silver brood As ...
... bright , That shone as Heaven's light , Against their bridal day , which was not long . Sweet Thames ! run softly till I end my song . Eftsoons the Nymphs , which now had flowers their fill , Ran all in haste to see that silver brood As ...
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... bright : They two , forth pacing to the river's side , Received those two fair Birds , their love's delight ; Which at the appointed tide Each One did make his Bride . Against their bridal day , which is not long , Sweet Thames ! run ...
... bright : They two , forth pacing to the river's side , Received those two fair Birds , their love's delight ; Which at the appointed tide Each One did make his Bride . Against their bridal day , which is not long , Sweet Thames ! run ...
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... bright tead that flames with many a flake , And many a bachelor to wait on him In their fresh garments trim . Bid her awake therefore , and soon her dight ! For lo ! the wished day is come at last That shall for all the pains and ...
... bright tead that flames with many a flake , And many a bachelor to wait on him In their fresh garments trim . Bid her awake therefore , and soon her dight ! For lo ! the wished day is come at last That shall for all the pains and ...
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Ae fond kiss Æneid beauty bel ami BEN JONSON birds bless'd blushing bonnie breast breath bright Cædmon Chaucer cheeks Corydon crown Cuckoo dear death delight divine dost doth earth English Verse eyes fair fate fear fire flame flowers FRANCIS DAVISON GILES FLETCHER glory golden grace grief hair hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly Heigh hither Hymen JEAN ELLIOT joys King kiss Lady light lilies lips live look Love is dead Love's lovers Lycidas lyre Maid melancholy merry mind Mistress Muse N'oserez-vous ne'er never night nonny nought numbers Nymphs o'er Phœbus pity play pleasure poems poet praise Queen RICHARD BROME rose shade shepherds shine sigh sight sing sleep smile song sonnets sorrow soul Spring stars sweet tears Tell thine things thou art thought Tottel's Miscellany true love unto virtue voice weep wind wings woods wooing o't wrote
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Page 223 - Going to the Wars TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True; a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such, As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Page 104 - Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! &c.
Page 260 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame...
Page 102 - Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, but let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Page 198 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips, and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks, and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Page 286 - ... eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire ? And what shoulder and what art Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And, when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand and what dread feet? What the hammer? What the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? What dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears, And water'd heaven with...
Page 109 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Page 127 - 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.
Page 108 - Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall out-live this powerful rhyme ; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword, nor war's quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory.
Page 276 - Toll for the brave! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock; She sprang no fatal leak, She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.