The English Parnassus: An Anthology Chiefly of Longer PoemsWilliam Macneile Dixon, Sir Herbert John Clifford Grierson Clarendon Press, 1911 - 767 pages |
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... TALES THE PROLOGUE THE KNIGHTES TALE THE NONNE PREESTES TALE OF THE COK AND HEN , CHAUNTECLEER , AND PERTELOTE THOMAS SACKVILLE A MIROUR FOR MAGISTRATES : THE INDUCTION • EDMUND SPENSER EPITHALAMION PROTHALAMION CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE HERO ...
... TALES THE PROLOGUE THE KNIGHTES TALE THE NONNE PREESTES TALE OF THE COK AND HEN , CHAUNTECLEER , AND PERTELOTE THOMAS SACKVILLE A MIROUR FOR MAGISTRATES : THE INDUCTION • EDMUND SPENSER EPITHALAMION PROTHALAMION CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE HERO ...
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... TALES THE PROLOGUE WHAN that Aprille with his shoures sote The droghte of Marche hath perced to the rote , And bathed ... tale pace , Me thinketh it acordaunt to resoun , To telle yow al the condicioun PARNASSUS B 10 20 30 Of ech of hem ...
... TALES THE PROLOGUE WHAN that Aprille with his shoures sote The droghte of Marche hath perced to the rote , And bathed ... tale pace , Me thinketh it acordaunt to resoun , To telle yow al the condicioun PARNASSUS B 10 20 30 Of ech of hem ...
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... draughte . Ful semely after hir mete she raughte , And sikerly she was of greet disport , And ful plesaunt , and amiable of port , 120 130 And peyned hir to countrefete chere Of court , and PROLOGUE TO CANTERBURY TALES 3.
... draughte . Ful semely after hir mete she raughte , And sikerly she was of greet disport , And ful plesaunt , and amiable of port , 120 130 And peyned hir to countrefete chere Of court , and PROLOGUE TO CANTERBURY TALES 3.
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... tale . A FRANKELEYN was in his companye ; Whyt was his berd , as is the dayesye . Of his complexioun he was sangwyn . Wel loved he by the morwe a sop in wyn . To liven in delyt was ever his wone , For he was Epicurus owne sone , 320 330 ...
... tale . A FRANKELEYN was in his companye ; Whyt was his berd , as is the dayesye . Of his complexioun he was sangwyn . Wel loved he by the morwe a sop in wyn . To liven in delyt was ever his wone , For he was Epicurus owne sone , 320 330 ...
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... hole herte At alle tymes , thogh him gamed or smerte , And thanne his neighebour right as him - selve . He wolde thresshe , and ther - to dyke and delve , For Cristes sake , for every povre wight , Withouten PROLOGUE TO CANTERBURY TALES 11.
... hole herte At alle tymes , thogh him gamed or smerte , And thanne his neighebour right as him - selve . He wolde thresshe , and ther - to dyke and delve , For Cristes sake , for every povre wight , Withouten PROLOGUE TO CANTERBURY TALES 11.
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Page 368 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Page 344 - Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay ! Farewell, farewell!
Page 340 - But tell me, tell me! speak again, Thy soft response renewing— What makes that ship drive on so fast? What is the ocean doing?' Second Voice 'Still as a slave before his lord, The ocean hath no blast; His great bright eye most silently Up to the Moon is cast— If he may know which way to go; For she guides him smooth or grim. See, brother, see! how graciously She looketh down on him.
Page 319 - Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little Actor cons another part; Filling from time to time his "humorous stage...
Page 292 - The immeasurable height Of woods decaying, never to be decayed, The stationary blasts of waterfalls, And in the narrow rent at every turn Winds thwarting winds, bewildered and forlorn, The torrents shooting from the clear blue sky, The rocks that muttered close upon our ears, Black drizzling crags that spake by the way-side As if a voice were in them, the sick sight And giddy prospect of the raving stream, The unfettered clouds and region of the Heavens, Tumult and peace, the darkness and the light...
Page 319 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Page 337 - My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank. I moved, and could not feel my limbs: I was so light — almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost.
Page 318 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone : The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream...
Page 369 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Page 338 - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman steered, the ship moved on; Yet never a breeze...