Specimens of the British Poets: Chaucer, 1400, to Beaumont, 1628Thomas Campbell John Murray, 1819 |
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... ladies and gentle- men , who have retired from the city of Florence , on account of the plague , and who agree to pass their time in telling stories , have neither interest nor va- riety in their individual characters ; the time as ...
... ladies and gentle- men , who have retired from the city of Florence , on account of the plague , and who agree to pass their time in telling stories , have neither interest nor va- riety in their individual characters ; the time as ...
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... ladies and gentlemen , like those who furnish apologies for Boccaccio's stories . They rise before us minutely traced , profusely varied , and strongly discriminated . Their features and casual manners seem to have an amusing congruity ...
... ladies and gentlemen , like those who furnish apologies for Boccaccio's stories . They rise before us minutely traced , profusely varied , and strongly discriminated . Their features and casual manners seem to have an amusing congruity ...
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... 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 , with slevès long and ...
... 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 , with slevès long and ...
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... former note . " Supposed by Stevens to be Runceval Hall , in Oxford . 3 Sang the bass . 4 Yellow . 7 Brimful . 8 Budget . 5 Ounces . 9 Covering of a pillow . 6 Shreds . Which , as he saidè , was oure ladies veil 48 CHAUCER .
... former note . " Supposed by Stevens to be Runceval Hall , in Oxford . 3 Sang the bass . 4 Yellow . 7 Brimful . 8 Budget . 5 Ounces . 9 Covering of a pillow . 6 Shreds . Which , as he saidè , was oure ladies veil 48 CHAUCER .
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Thomas Campbell. Which , as he saidè , was oure ladies veil : He saide , he hadde a gobbet1 of the seyl 2 Thatte seint Peter had , whan that he went Upon the see , till Jesu Crist him hent3 . He had a crois of laton ful of stones , And ...
Thomas Campbell. Which , as he saidè , was oure ladies veil : He saide , he hadde a gobbet1 of the seyl 2 Thatte seint Peter had , whan that he went Upon the see , till Jesu Crist him hent3 . He had a crois of laton ful of stones , And ...
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Page 283 - 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.
Page 160 - 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.
Page 111 - 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...
Page 122 - 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.
Page 235 - 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...
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.
Page 219 - 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.
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.
Page 20 - 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...
Page 283 - 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.