Chaucer to BurnsRossiter Johnson D. Appleton, 1876 |
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... brought them to a hollow cave , Amid the thickest woods . The Champion stout Eftsoones dismounted from his courser brave , And to the Dwarf a while his needless spear he gave . " Be well aware , " quoth then that Lady mild , " Lest ...
... brought them to a hollow cave , Amid the thickest woods . The Champion stout Eftsoones dismounted from his courser brave , And to the Dwarf a while his needless spear he gave . " Be well aware , " quoth then that Lady mild , " Lest ...
Strona 13
... brought . So forward on his way ( with God to friend ) He passed forth and new adventure sought : Long way he travelléd , before he heard of aught . At length they chanc'd to meet upon the way An aged Sire , in long black weeds yclad ...
... brought . So forward on his way ( with God to friend ) He passed forth and new adventure sought : Long way he travelléd , before he heard of aught . At length they chanc'd to meet upon the way An aged Sire , in long black weeds yclad ...
Strona 15
... brought , Unto that Elfin Knight he bade him fly , Where he slept soundly void of evil thought , And with false shows abuse his fantasy ; In sort as he him schooléd privily . And that new creature , born without her due , 1 Full of the ...
... brought , Unto that Elfin Knight he bade him fly , Where he slept soundly void of evil thought , And with false shows abuse his fantasy ; In sort as he him schooléd privily . And that new creature , born without her due , 1 Full of the ...
Strona 16
... brought forth dawning light ; Then up he rose , and clad him hastily ; The Dwarf him brought his steed : so both away do fly . Now when the rosy - finger'd Morning fair , Weary of aged Tithone's saffron bed , Had spread her purple robe ...
... brought forth dawning light ; Then up he rose , and clad him hastily ; The Dwarf him brought his steed : so both away do fly . Now when the rosy - finger'd Morning fair , Weary of aged Tithone's saffron bed , Had spread her purple robe ...
Strona 18
... brought to wretch- " In prime of youthly years , when courage hot The fire of love and joy of chivalry First kindled in my breast , it was my lot To love this gentle lady , whom ye see Now not a lady , but a seeming tree ; With whom as ...
... brought to wretch- " In prime of youthly years , when courage hot The fire of love and joy of chivalry First kindled in my breast , it was my lot To love this gentle lady , whom ye see Now not a lady , but a seeming tree ; With whom as ...
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Adam angel Archimago Arcite arm'd arms aught beast beauty behold Ben Jonson bliss blood call'd cloud courser dark dear death deep delight dost doth dreadful dwell Earth Elfin Knight eternal evil eyes Faerie Queene Faery Knight fair faith false fate fear fierce fight fire flames flowers foul fruit gentle glory gold grace ground hand happy hast hate hath heart Heaven heavenly Hell honor king lady light live lord Lycidas mighty mind mortal Muse never nigh night Nut-brown Maid nymph o'er pain Paradise praise prince proud quoth rais'd Redcross rest return'd Saracen Satan seem'd sight soon sorrow soul spake spirit sprite stood sweet taste Thebes thee thence Theseus thine things thither thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tree turn'd unto vex'd ween wind wings
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Strona 66 - Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, — and then my state (Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate ; For thy sweet love remembered, such wealth brings, That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Strona 102 - SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky! 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. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly...
Strona 112 - Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe.
Strona 201 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which...
Strona 110 - Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony — That Orpheus...
Strona 112 - To scorn delights and live laborious days: But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.
Strona 72 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Strona 150 - Angels: for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Strona 112 - Closed o'er the head of your loved Lycidas? For neither were ye playing on the steep Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream. Ay me, I fondly dream! Had ye been there — for what could that have done?
Strona 292 - THE spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim. The unwearied sun from day to day Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land The work of an almighty hand. Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes Up the wondrous tale...