Chaucer to BurnsRossiter Johnson D. Appleton, 1876 |
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... Satan with a smarting whip in hand , With which he forward lasht the lazy team , So oft as Sloth still in the mire did stand . Huge routs of people did about them band , Shouting for joy ; and still before their way A foggy mist had ...
... Satan with a smarting whip in hand , With which he forward lasht the lazy team , So oft as Sloth still in the mire did stand . Huge routs of people did about them band , Shouting for joy ; and still before their way A foggy mist had ...
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... Satan , drowned in the cup . Her younger sister , that Speranza hight , Was clad in blue , that her beseemed well ; Not all so cheerful seeméd she of sight , As was her sister ; whether dread did dwell Or anguish in her heart , is hard ...
... Satan , drowned in the cup . Her younger sister , that Speranza hight , Was clad in blue , that her beseemed well ; Not all so cheerful seeméd she of sight , As was her sister ; whether dread did dwell Or anguish in her heart , is hard ...
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... Satan with his angels now falling into Hell described here , not in the center ( for Heaven and Earth may be sup- posed as yet not made , certainly not yet accursed ) but in a place of utter darkness , fitliest called Chaos : here Satan ...
... Satan with his angels now falling into Hell described here , not in the center ( for Heaven and Earth may be sup- posed as yet not made , certainly not yet accursed ) but in a place of utter darkness , fitliest called Chaos : here Satan ...
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... Satan , with bold words By right of war , whate'er his business be Breaking the horrid silence , thus began . " If thou beest he ; but O , how fall'n ! chang'd From him , who in the happy realms of light , Here in the heart of Hell to ...
... Satan , with bold words By right of war , whate'er his business be Breaking the horrid silence , thus began . " If thou beest he ; but O , how fall'n ! chang'd From him , who in the happy realms of light , Here in the heart of Hell to ...
123 psl.
... Satan , talking to his nearest mate , With head uplift above the wave , and eyes That sparkling blaz'd ; his other parts besides , Prone on the flood , extended long and large , Lay floating many a rood ; in bulk as huge As whom the ...
... Satan , talking to his nearest mate , With head uplift above the wave , and eyes That sparkling blaz'd ; his other parts besides , Prone on the flood , extended long and large , Lay floating many a rood ; in bulk as huge As whom the ...
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Adam angel Archimago Arcite arm'd arms aught beast beauty behold Ben Jonson bliss blood call'd cloud courser dark dear death deep delight dost doth dreadful dwell Earth Elfin Knight eternal evil eyes Faerie Queene Faery Knight fair faith false fate fear fierce fight fire flames flowers foul fruit gentle glory gold grace ground hand happy hast hate hath heart Heaven heavenly Hell honor king lady light live lord Lycidas mighty mind mortal Muse never nigh night Nut-brown Maid nymph o'er pain Paradise praise prince proud quoth rais'd Redcross rest return'd Saracen Satan seem'd sight soon sorrow soul spake spirit sprite stood sweet taste Thebes thee thence Theseus thine things thither thou art thou hast thought throne thyself tree turn'd unto vex'd ween wind wings
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66 psl. - Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, — and then my state (Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate ; For thy sweet love remembered, such wealth brings, That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
102 psl. - SWEET day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky! The dew shall weep thy fall to-night; For thou must die. Sweet rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly...
112 psl. - Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe.
201 psl. - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which...
110 psl. - Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed and giddy cunning The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony — That Orpheus...
112 psl. - To scorn delights and live laborious days: But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life.
72 psl. - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
150 psl. - Angels: for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night Circle his throne rejoicing; ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
112 psl. - Closed o'er the head of your loved Lycidas? For neither were ye playing on the steep Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream. Ay me, I fondly dream! Had ye been there — for what could that have done?
292 psl. - THE spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim. The unwearied sun from day to day Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land The work of an almighty hand. Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes Up the wondrous tale...