The English Parnassus: An Anthology Chiefly of Longer PoemsClarendon Press, 1961 - 786 sivua |
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Sivu 24
... thou sholdest trewely forthren me In every cas , and I shal forthren thee . This was thyn ooth , and myn also , certeyn ; I wot right wel , thou darst it nat withseyn . Thus artow of my counseil , out of doute . And now thou woldest ...
... thou sholdest trewely forthren me In every cas , and I shal forthren thee . This was thyn ooth , and myn also , certeyn ; I wot right wel , thou darst it nat withseyn . Thus artow of my counseil , out of doute . And now thou woldest ...
Sivu 33
... thou shalt dye . Thou shalt nat love my lady Emelye , But I wol love hir only , and namo ; For I am Palamoun , thy mortal fo . And though that I no wepne have in this place , But out of prison am astert by grace , I drede noght that ...
... thou shalt dye . Thou shalt nat love my lady Emelye , But I wol love hir only , and namo ; For I am Palamoun , thy mortal fo . And though that I no wepne have in this place , But out of prison am astert by grace , I drede noght that ...
Sivu 119
... thou know ? Thou know'st thy selfe so little , as thou know'st not , How thou didst die , nor how thou wast begot . Thou neither know'st , how thou at first cam❜st in , Nor how thou took'st the poyson of mans sinne . Nor dost thou , ( ...
... thou know ? Thou know'st thy selfe so little , as thou know'st not , How thou didst die , nor how thou wast begot . Thou neither know'st , how thou at first cam❜st in , Nor how thou took'st the poyson of mans sinne . Nor dost thou , ( ...
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Arcite arms beauty beneath blood breast breath 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 head hear heart heaven herte honour Jebusites King King Arthur lady Lady of Shalott light live look lord Lycidas mighty Milton mind mordre Muse namore never night nymph o'er once Ovid Oxus pain pale PARNASSUS passion poem poet poetry Pope praise Rome rose round Rustum Saint 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 up-on voice weep whan whyl wild wind wolde words youth