Specimens of the British Poets: Chaucer, 1400, to Beaumont, 1628Thomas Campbell John Murray, 1819 |
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... hope to stonden in his ladies grace . 8 Embrouded was he , as it were a mede Alle ful of fresshè flourès , white and rede . Singing he was , or floyting alle the day , He was as fresshe , as is the moneth of May . Short was his goune ...
... hope to stonden in his ladies grace . 8 Embrouded was he , as it were a mede Alle ful of fresshè flourès , white and rede . Singing he was , or floyting alle the day , He was as fresshe , as is the moneth of May . Short was his goune ...
第 58 頁
... Myn eare with the tale I fede , And with the lust of her histoire Somtime I draw into memoire , How sorrow may not ever last ; And so hope cometh in at last . 1 Loved . 2 Born . JOHN LYDGATE Was born at a place of that name 58 GOWER .
... Myn eare with the tale I fede , And with the lust of her histoire Somtime I draw into memoire , How sorrow may not ever last ; And so hope cometh in at last . 1 Loved . 2 Born . JOHN LYDGATE Was born at a place of that name 58 GOWER .
第 83 頁
... hope of all my health . - 2 My heart is on thee set . - 3 And ( I ) shall ever more be true to thee . - 4 While I may live , without ceasing . - 5 Never to fail as others fail . - 6 What- ever favour I obtain . - 7 Robene , with thee I ...
... hope of all my health . - 2 My heart is on thee set . - 3 And ( I ) shall ever more be true to thee . - 4 While I may live , without ceasing . - 5 Never to fail as others fail . - 6 What- ever favour I obtain . - 7 Robene , with thee I ...
第 126 頁
Thomas Campbell. Recording soft what grace each one had found , What hope of speed , what dread of long delays . The wild forest , the clothed holts with green ; With reins avail'd ' , and swift ybreathed horse , With cry of hounds , and ...
Thomas Campbell. Recording soft what grace each one had found , What hope of speed , what dread of long delays . The wild forest , the clothed holts with green ; With reins avail'd ' , and swift ybreathed horse , With cry of hounds , and ...
第 149 頁
... hope to linger still therein . * * * * SWIFTNESS OF TIME . The heav'ns on high perpetually do move ; By minutes meal the hour doth steal away , By hours the days , by days the months remove , And then by months the years as fast decay ...
... hope to linger still therein . * * * * SWIFTNESS OF TIME . The heav'ns on high perpetually do move ; By minutes meal the hour doth steal away , By hours the days , by days the months remove , And then by months the years as fast decay ...
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第 283 頁 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth "s unknown, although his height be taken.
第 160 頁 - Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold; A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
第 111 頁 - Forget not yet the tried intent Of such a truth as I have meant ; My great travail so gladly spent, Forget not yet ! Forget not yet when first began The weary life ye know, since whan The suit, the service none tell can ; Forget not yet ! Forget not yet the great assays, The cruel wrong...
第 122 頁 - The turtle to her make hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings; The fishes flete with new repaired scale.
第 235 頁 - With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin : All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love ! has she done this to thee ? What shall, alas ! become of me...
第 340 頁 - So high in thoughts as I : You left a kiss Upon these lips then, which I mean to keep From you for ever. I did hear you talk Far above singing ! After you were gone, I grew acquainted with my heart, and search'd What stirr'd it so : Alas ! I found it love ; Yet far from lust ; for could I but have lived In presence of you, I had had my end.
第 219 頁 - Tell zeal it lacks devotion, Tell love it is but lust, Tell time it is but motion, Tell flesh it is but dust ; And wish them not reply, For thou must give the lie.
第 283 頁 - When summer's breath their masked buds discloses : But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made : And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth, When that shall fade, my verse distils your truth.
第 20 頁 - And bathed every veyne in swich licour. Of which vertu engendred is the flour; Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth Inspired hath in every holt and heeth The tendre croppes...
第 283 頁 - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give ! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses ; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves.