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An Introduction to Early English Literature: From the Lay of Beowulf to ...
William Burt Harlow
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An Introduction to Early English Literature, From the Lay of Beowulf to ...
William Burt Harlow
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Page 135 - Her modest eyes, abashed to behold So many gazers as on her do stare, Upon the lowly ground affixed are; Ne dare lift up her countenance too bold, But blush to hear her praises sung so loud, So far from being proud.
Page 133 - Phoebus gins to show his glorious head. Hark, how the cheerful birds do chant their lays And carol of love's praise! The merry lark her matins sings aloft; The thrush replies; the mavis descant plays; The ouzel shrills; the ruddock warbles soft; So goodly all agree, with sweet consent, To this day's merriment.
Page 95 - God made the world; or else I am so sharply taunted, so cruelly threatened, yea, presently, sometimes with pinches, nips, and bobs, and other ways (which I will not name for the honour I bear them) so without measure misordered, that I think myself in hell, till time come that I must go to Mr.
Page 97 - MERRY Margaret, As Midsummer flower, Gentle as falcon, Or hawk of the tower ; With solace and gladness, Much mirth and no madness, All good and no badness ; So joyously, So maidenly, So womanly, Her demeaning, In everything, Far, far passing, That I can indite, Or suffice to write Of merry Margaret, As Midsummer flower, Gentle as falcon Or hawk of the tower ; As patient and as still.
Page 125 - And first, within the porch and jaws of Hell, Sat deep Remorse of Conscience, all besprent With tears; and to herself oft would she tell Her wretchedness, and cursing never stent To sob and sigh; but ever thus lament, With thoughtful care, as she that, all in vain, Would wear, and waste continually in pain. Her eyes unsteadfast, rolling here and there...
Page 137 - Almighty's view. Of her, ye virgins,. learn obedience, When so ye come into those holy places, To humble your proud faces. Bring her up to th...
Page 133 - T' await the coming of your joyous make, And hearken to the birds' love-learned song, The dewy leaves among ? For they of joy and pleasance to you sing, That all the woods them answer, and their echo ring.
Page 94 - I wist, all their sport in the Park is but a shadow to that pleasure that I find in Plato. Alas! good folk, they never felt what true pleasure meant.