The English Parnassus: An Anthology Chiefly of Longer PoemsClarendon Press, 1967 - 786 sivua |
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Sivu 9
... knew wel alle the havenes , as they were , From Gootlond to the cape of Finistere , And every cryke in Britayne and in Spayne ; His barge y - cleped was the Maudelayne . With us ther was a DOCTOUR OF PHISYK , In al this world ne was ...
... knew wel alle the havenes , as they were , From Gootlond to the cape of Finistere , And every cryke in Britayne and in Spayne ; His barge y - cleped was the Maudelayne . With us ther was a DOCTOUR OF PHISYK , In al this world ne was ...
Sivu 229
... knew him well , and every truant knew ; Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face ; Full well they laugh'd , with counterfeited glee , At all his jokes , for many a joke had he ; Full well ...
... knew him well , and every truant knew ; Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face ; Full well they laugh'd , with counterfeited glee , At all his jokes , for many a joke had he ; Full well ...
Sivu 449
... knew what to think of it , When I beheld you in your jesting way , Flitting and whispering round about the spit Where Belial , upon duty for the day , With Fox's lard was basting William Pitt , His pupil ; I knew what to think , I say ...
... knew what to think of it , When I beheld you in your jesting way , Flitting and whispering round about the spit Where Belial , upon duty for the day , With Fox's lard was basting William Pitt , His pupil ; I knew what to think , I say ...
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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