Fifteen Poets: Chaucer, Spenser, Shakespeare [and Others] ...Clarendon Press, 1941 - 503 pages Selections of the best work of the masters of English poetry from Chaucer to Arnold. Each group of selections is preceded by short essays of appreciation and summaries of the poets' lives. |
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... doth want : Goe say , his foe thy shield with his doth beare . Therewith his heauie hand he high gan reare , Him to haue slaine ; when loe a darkesome clowd Vpon him fell : he no where doth appeare , But vanisht is . The Elfe him cals ...
... doth want : Goe say , his foe thy shield with his doth beare . Therewith his heauie hand he high gan reare , Him to haue slaine ; when loe a darkesome clowd Vpon him fell : he no where doth appeare , But vanisht is . The Elfe him cals ...
Page 63
... doth let vs oft forsee , And oft of secret ill bids vs beware : That is our Selfe , whom though we do not see , Yet each doth in him selfe it well perceiue to bee . Therefore a God him sage Antiquity Did wisely make , and good Agdistes ...
... doth let vs oft forsee , And oft of secret ill bids vs beware : That is our Selfe , whom though we do not see , Yet each doth in him selfe it well perceiue to bee . Therefore a God him sage Antiquity Did wisely make , and good Agdistes ...
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... doth look , Like puzzled urchin on an aged crone Who keepeth clos'd a wond'rous riddle - book , As spectacled she sits in chimney nook . But soon his eyes grew brilliant , when she told His lady's purpose ; and he scarce could brook ...
... doth look , Like puzzled urchin on an aged crone Who keepeth clos'd a wond'rous riddle - book , As spectacled she sits in chimney nook . But soon his eyes grew brilliant , when she told His lady's purpose ; and he scarce could brook ...
Contents
GEOFFREY CHAUCER By H S BENNETT | 8 |
EDMUND SPENSER By C S LEWIS | 44 |
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE By P ALEXANDER | 76 |
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