English Poetry (1170-1892).Ginn, 1907 - 580 psl. |
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... praise 7 morning 8 me- thought eyes 10 looked , at dawn 11 greeted 12 from the spleen , fervently 13 awake , lovers colored made once 28 9 14 in garment 15 benign 16 mildness 17 bright 18 forged , 20 while 21 beams 22 awake at songs 25 ...
... praise 7 morning 8 me- thought eyes 10 looked , at dawn 11 greeted 12 from the spleen , fervently 13 awake , lovers colored made once 28 9 14 in garment 15 benign 16 mildness 17 bright 18 forged , 20 while 21 beams 22 awake at songs 25 ...
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... PRAISE OF HIS LOVE GERALDINE From Tuscan came my lady's worthy race ; Fair Florence was sometime her ancient seat ; The Western isle whose pleasant shore doth face Wild Camber's cliffs did give her lively heat ; Fostered she was with ...
... PRAISE OF HIS LOVE GERALDINE From Tuscan came my lady's worthy race ; Fair Florence was sometime her ancient seat ; The Western isle whose pleasant shore doth face Wild Camber's cliffs did give her lively heat ; Fostered she was with ...
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... praise ; And when ye list your own mishaps to mourn , Which Death , or Love , or Fortune's wreck did raise , Your ... praises to resound ; Ne let the same of any be envied ; So Orpheus did for his own bride ! So I unto myself alone will ...
... praise ; And when ye list your own mishaps to mourn , Which Death , or Love , or Fortune's wreck did raise , Your ... praises to resound ; Ne let the same of any be envied ; So Orpheus did for his own bride ! So I unto myself alone will ...
93 psl.
... praise . The merry lark her matins sings aloft ; The thrush replies ; the mavis descant plays ; The ouzel shrills ... praises sung so loud , So far from being proud . Nathless do ye still loud her praises sing , 160 That all the woods ...
... praise . The merry lark her matins sings aloft ; The thrush replies ; the mavis descant plays ; The ouzel shrills ... praises sung so loud , So far from being proud . Nathless do ye still loud her praises sing , 160 That all the woods ...
97 psl.
... disarayde : The bodie bigge , and mightely pight , 1 crooked 2 also 3 praise * gilt fool 6 brisk 7 know 8 full 9 necks 10 earlier 11 knowest 12 learned Throughly rooted , and of wonderous hight : Whilome had THE SHEPHEARDS CALENDER 97.
... disarayde : The bodie bigge , and mightely pight , 1 crooked 2 also 3 praise * gilt fool 6 brisk 7 know 8 full 9 necks 10 earlier 11 knowest 12 learned Throughly rooted , and of wonderous hight : Whilome had THE SHEPHEARDS CALENDER 97.
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Antistrophe arms beauty breast breath bright Chaucer Corydon dark dead dear death dost doth doun dread dream earth eyes face fair fear flowers forto frae grace grief hand hast hath hear heart Heaven herte Hind Horn king knyght kyng lady Lady of Shalott LAYAMON light live look Lord mind Mother Muse myght ne'er never night nought numbers nymph o'er Oxus poem praise quath quoth rest rose round Rustum ryght sayd sche shal shine sigh sight sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul speke spirit stars stood sweet swich tears thanne thee ther thine thing thou art thought thow thro trewe twas Tydeus unto voice wacz weep whan wild wind wolde words wyde wyll Wyth youth ΙΟ ΤΟ
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