Chaucer to DonneThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1920 - English poetry |
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Aeneid Astrophel and Stella ballads beauty bliss Caelica Canterbury Tales Chaucer Clerk Saunders dead death delight doth drede Edom Elizabethan England's Helicon English eyes Faery Faery Queen fair fayre flour flowers Glasgerion grace grene gret gude hand hart hast hath heart heaven herte hire honour king Kinmont Willie lady live Lord lovers mind myght never night nocht nought passion Petrarch Phillis poem poet poetical poetry praise Queen Quhat Quhen quhilk quod quoth rich Robin Robin Hood sall sche Scotch seyde Shakespeare shal Sidney Sidney's sighs sight sing song sonnets sorrow sorwe Spenser sweet swete swich Tamburlaine thair thay thee ther thing thou thought thow Timor Mortis conturbat Troylus true truth tyme unto Venus Venus and Adonis verse whan wight wolde words write
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Page 460 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide, Than public means, which public manners breeds, Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Page 451 - But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest ; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest : So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
Page 351 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies : How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries?
Page 463 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Page 454 - So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain* jewels in the carcanet.
Page 451 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day ? Thou art more lovely and more temperate : Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Page xvii - The future of poetry is immense, because in poetry, where it is worthy of its high destinies, our race, as time goes on, will find an ever surer and surer stay. There is not a creed which is not shaken, not an accredited dogma which is not shown to be questionable, not a received tradition which does not threaten to dissolve.
Page 536 - And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Page 230 - There lived a wife at Usher's Well, And a wealthy wife was she; She had three stout and stalwart sons, And sent them o'er the sea. They hadna been a week from her, A week but barely ane, When word came to the carline wife That her three sons were gane.
Page 457 - Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue Could make me any summer's story tell...