Specimens of the British PoetsJ. Murray, 1844 - 716 pages |
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... never had heard of Barklay , delivered at a much later period a similar observation on city feasts ; namely , that the candidate for a good dish of turtle ought never to be without a basket - hilted knife and fork . aspect , more ...
... never had heard of Barklay , delivered at a much later period a similar observation on city feasts ; namely , that the candidate for a good dish of turtle ought never to be without a basket - hilted knife and fork . aspect , more ...
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... never existed , but several of his sugared sonnets among his private friends , when copy- rights were not acknowledged or made the subject of law , falling into the hands of T. T. a bookseller , the said T. T. , whose name was Thomas ...
... never existed , but several of his sugared sonnets among his private friends , when copy- rights were not acknowledged or made the subject of law , falling into the hands of T. T. a bookseller , the said T. T. , whose name was Thomas ...
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... never trompe of half so gret a soun . This pardoner had here as yelwel as wax , But smoth it heng , as doth a strike of flax : By unces heng his lokkes that he hadde , And therwith he his shulders overspradde . Ful thinne it lay , by ...
... never trompe of half so gret a soun . This pardoner had here as yelwel as wax , But smoth it heng , as doth a strike of flax : By unces heng his lokkes that he hadde , And therwith he his shulders overspradde . Ful thinne it lay , by ...
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... never to see . - e Robene went over the hill . Then Makyne cried on high . - e Now you may sing , I am destroyed . - f What ails , love , with me ? X. Makyne went home without fail . - h Full after she would weep . - i By that ( time ) ...
... never to see . - e Robene went over the hill . Then Makyne cried on high . - e Now you may sing , I am destroyed . - f What ails , love , with me ? X. Makyne went home without fail . - h Full after she would weep . - i By that ( time ) ...
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... never shrevins , Against the feast of Fasternis evin " , To mak their observàncei : He bad gallands ga graith a gyis ) , And cast up gamountis in the skies ' , As varlotis dois in France . 111 . Let's see , quoth he , now quha begins ...
... never shrevins , Against the feast of Fasternis evin " , To mak their observàncei : He bad gallands ga graith a gyis ) , And cast up gamountis in the skies ' , As varlotis dois in France . 111 . Let's see , quoth he , now quha begins ...
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Page 126 - The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
Page 42 - And we will sit upon the rocks Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle.
Page 259 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he, returning, chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Page 264 - Mortals, that would follow me, Love Virtue ; she alone is free. She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heaven itself would stoop to her.
Page 75 - Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
Page 259 - Rescued from death by force, though pale and faint. Mine, as whom washed from spot of child-bed taint Purification in the old law did save, And such, as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
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Page 156 - ASK ME No MORE ASK me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep These flowers, as in their causes, sleep. Ask me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day; For in pure love heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more whither doth haste The nightingale when May is past; For in your sweet dividing throat She winters and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more...