The English Parnassus: An Anthology Chiefly of Longer PoemsClarendon Press, 1967 - 786 sivua |
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Sivu 36
... hath deserved to be deed . For this is he that cam un - to thy gate , And seyde , that he highte Philostrate . Thus hath he japed thee ful many a yeer , And thou has maked him thy chief squyer ; And this is he that loveth Emelye . 6 For ...
... hath deserved to be deed . For this is he that cam un - to thy gate , And seyde , that he highte Philostrate . Thus hath he japed thee ful many a yeer , And thou has maked him thy chief squyer ; And this is he that loveth Emelye . 6 For ...
Sivu 61
... hath nat take his beginning Of no partye ne cantel of a thing , But of a thing that parfit is and stable , Descending so , til it be corrumpable . And therfore , of his wyse purveyaunce , He hath so wel biset his ordinaunce , That ...
... hath nat take his beginning Of no partye ne cantel of a thing , But of a thing that parfit is and stable , Descending so , til it be corrumpable . And therfore , of his wyse purveyaunce , He hath so wel biset his ordinaunce , That ...
Sivu 667
... hath made things worthier than Himself , And envieth that , so helped , such things do more Than He who made them ! What consoles but this ? That they , unless through Him , do nought at all , And must submit : what other use in things ...
... hath made things worthier than Himself , And envieth that , so helped , such things do more Than He who made them ! What consoles but this ? That they , unless through Him , do nought at all , And must submit : what other use in things ...
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Arcite arms beauty beneath blood breast breath brest Burns Byron Camelot Chaucer cloud cold dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth Emelye eyes face fair fame fate fear flowers grace grief hand hast hath hear heart heaven herte honour Jebusites King lady Lady of Shalott light live look lord Lycidas mighty Milton mind mordre Muse namore never night nymph o'er once Ovid Oxus pain Palamon pale PARNASSUS passion poem poet poetry Pope praise rose round Rustum Saturn seem'd seyde shal sing Sir Bedivere sleep smile Sohrab song sorrow soul sound spirit stars sterte stood stream sweet swich tears Tennyson Thebes thee ther Theseus thine things thou art thought thro trewely twas unto up-on voice weep whan whyl whyt wind wolde words wyde youth