Specimens of the British Poets: Chaucer, 1400, to Beaumont, 1628Thomas Campbell John Murray, 1819 |
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... night ; Wel oughtest thou to fall and I to die , Sens3 she is went , that wont was us to gie1 . The two best of Chaucer's allegories , The Flower and the Leaf , and The House of Fame , have been fortunately perpetuated in our language ...
... night ; Wel oughtest thou to fall and I to die , Sens3 she is went , that wont was us to gie1 . The two best of Chaucer's allegories , The Flower and the Leaf , and The House of Fame , have been fortunately perpetuated in our language ...
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... night with open eye , So priketh hem nature in hir6 corages 7 ; Than longen folk to gon on pilgrimages , And palmeres for to seken strangè strondes , To serve halweys9 couthe 10 in sondry londes ; 2 Root . 1 Sweet . 7 Inclination . 3 ...
... night with open eye , So priketh hem nature in hir6 corages 7 ; Than longen folk to gon on pilgrimages , And palmeres for to seken strangè strondes , To serve halweys9 couthe 10 in sondry londes ; 2 Root . 1 Sweet . 7 Inclination . 3 ...
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... night was come into that hostelrie Wel nine and twenty in a compagnie Of sondry folk , by aventure yfalle3 In felawship , and pilgrimes were they alle , That toward Canterbury wolden * ride . The chambres and the stables weren wide ...
... night was come into that hostelrie Wel nine and twenty in a compagnie Of sondry folk , by aventure yfalle3 In felawship , and pilgrimes were they alle , That toward Canterbury wolden * ride . The chambres and the stables weren wide ...
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... . Ful wel she sangè the servìce devìne , □ Night - time . 2 Carved . 3 It pleased himn . 4 Arrow . 5 Arrow . 6 A round - head . 7 Knew . 8 Armour for the arm . 9 Called . Entuned in hire nose ful swetely ; And Frenche she 26 CHAUCER .
... . Ful wel she sangè the servìce devìne , □ Night - time . 2 Carved . 3 It pleased himn . 4 Arrow . 5 Arrow . 6 A round - head . 7 Knew . 8 Armour for the arm . 9 Called . Entuned in hire nose ful swetely ; And Frenche she 26 CHAUCER .
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... night . This worthy limitour was cleped Hubèrd . A Marchant was ther with a forked berd , In mottelee , and highe on hors he sat , And on his hed a Flaundrish bever hat . His botès clapsed fayre and fetisly . His resons spake he ful ...
... night . This worthy limitour was cleped Hubèrd . A Marchant was ther with a forked berd , In mottelee , and highe on hors he sat , And on his hed a Flaundrish bever hat . His botès clapsed fayre and fetisly . His resons spake he ful ...
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Page 340 - 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.
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Page 283 - 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.
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