English Verse: The early lyrics to ShakespeareWilliam Peacock Oxford University Press, 1928 |
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Pagina 7
... never yet no vileinye ne sayde In al his lyf , un - to no maner wight . He was a verray parfit gentil knight . But for to tellen yow of his array , His hors were gode , but he was nat gay . Of fustian he wered a gipoun Al bismotered ...
... never yet no vileinye ne sayde In al his lyf , un - to no maner wight . He was a verray parfit gentil knight . But for to tellen yow of his array , His hors were gode , but he was nat gay . Of fustian he wered a gipoun Al bismotered ...
Pagina 16
... never his hous , Of fish and flesh , and that so plentevous , It snewed in his hous of mete and drinke , Of alle deyntees that men coude thinke . After the sondry sesons of the yeer , So chaunged he his mete and his soper . phrases ...
... never his hous , Of fish and flesh , and that so plentevous , It snewed in his hous of mete and drinke , Of alle deyntees that men coude thinke . After the sondry sesons of the yeer , So chaunged he his mete and his soper . phrases ...
Pagina 28
... never trompe of half so greet a soun . This pardoner hadde heer as yelow as wex , But smothe it heng , as dooth a strike of flex ; By ounces henge his lokkes.that he hadde , And ther - with he his shuldres over - spradde ; But thinne it ...
... never trompe of half so greet a soun . This pardoner hadde heer as yelow as wex , But smothe it heng , as dooth a strike of flex ; By ounces henge his lokkes.that he hadde , And ther - with he his shuldres over - spradde ; But thinne it ...
Pagina 29
... never sholde have , As smothe it was as it were late y - shave ; I trowe he were a gelding or a mare . But of his craft , fro Berwik into Ware , Ne was ther swich another pardoner . For in his male he hadde a pilwe - beer , Which that ...
... never sholde have , As smothe it was as it were late y - shave ; I trowe he were a gelding or a mare . But of his craft , fro Berwik into Ware , Ne was ther swich another pardoner . For in his male he hadde a pilwe - beer , Which that ...
Pagina 30
... never so rudeliche and large ; Or elles he moot telle his tale untrewe , Or feyne thing , or finde wordes newe . He may nat spare , al - thogh he were his brother ; He moot as wel seye o word as another . Crist spak him - self ful brode ...
... never so rudeliche and large ; Or elles he moot telle his tale untrewe , Or feyne thing , or finde wordes newe . He may nat spare , al - thogh he were his brother ; He moot as wel seye o word as another . Crist spak him - self ful brode ...
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Pagina 421 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought...
Pagina 381 - No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear? Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice And could of men distinguish, her election Hath seal'd thee for herself...
Pagina 3 - Whan Zephirus eek with his swete breeth Inspired hath in every holt and heeth The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne Hath in the Ram his halfe cours y-ronne, And smale fowles maken melodye, That slepen al the night with open ye, 10 (So priketh hem nature in hir corages): Than longen folk to goon on pilgrimages...
Pagina 382 - And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin, hors'd Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Pagina 420 - 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...
Pagina 360 - No matter where ; — of comfort no man speak : Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs ; Make dust our paper, and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth.
Pagina 400 - My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs: She swore, in faith, twas strange, 'twas passing strange, Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful: She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man...
Pagina 382 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, 'With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here. But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come...
Pagina 425 - Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'ersways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower ? O, how shall summer's honey breath hold out Against the wreckful siege of battering days.
Pagina 349 - O, for a muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention ! A kingdom for a stage, princes to act, And monarchs to behold the swelling scene ! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars ; and, at his heels, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword, and fire, Crouch for employment.