Specimens of the British Poets: Chaucer, 1400, to Beaumont, 1628Thomas Campbell John Murray, 1819 - Authors, English |
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... Squyer bauld and wicht Savit all women quhair he micht ; All priestis and freyeris he did save ; Till at the last he did persave Behind ane gardin amiabill7 , Ane woman's voces richt lamentabill ; And on that voce he followit fast ...
... Squyer bauld and wicht Savit all women quhair he micht ; All priestis and freyeris he did save ; Till at the last he did persave Behind ane gardin amiabill7 , Ane woman's voces richt lamentabill ; And on that voce he followit fast ...
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... squyer courteslie , Gude friendis I pray you hartfullie , Gif ye be worthie men of weir , 5 Restoir to hir agane hir geir ; Or be greit God that all has wrocht , That spuilyie sall be full dere bocht7 . Quod they to him we thé defy ...
... squyer courteslie , Gude friendis I pray you hartfullie , Gif ye be worthie men of weir , 5 Restoir to hir agane hir geir ; Or be greit God that all has wrocht , That spuilyie sall be full dere bocht7 . Quod they to him we thé defy ...
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... Squyer furth his rink he ran , Commendit weill with every man , And him discharget of his speir Honestlie , like ane man of weir . The trenchour 10 of the Squyreis speir Stak still into Sir Talbart's geir ; Than everie man into that ...
... Squyer furth his rink he ran , Commendit weill with every man , And him discharget of his speir Honestlie , like ane man of weir . The trenchour 10 of the Squyreis speir Stak still into Sir Talbart's geir ; Than everie man into that ...
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... Squyer , courteouslie , Brother , I thank you hartfullie ; Of you , forsooth , nothing I crave , For I have gotten that I would have . Squyre Meldrum , after many foreign Exploits , comes Home and has the following Love - adventure ...
... Squyer , courteouslie , Brother , I thank you hartfullie ; Of you , forsooth , nothing I crave , For I have gotten that I would have . Squyre Meldrum , after many foreign Exploits , comes Home and has the following Love - adventure ...
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... Squyer past . And as it did approach the nicht , Of ane castell he gat ane sicht , Beside ane montane in ane vale , And then eftir his greit travaill1 He purposit him to repoise Quhare ilk man did of him rejois . Of this triumphant ...
... Squyer past . And as it did approach the nicht , Of ane castell he gat ane sicht , Beside ane montane in ane vale , And then eftir his greit travaill1 He purposit him to repoise Quhare ilk man did of him rejois . Of this triumphant ...
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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.