English Tales in VerseCharles Harold Herford |
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Admetus Alcestis Allas anon Balliol College beauty behold bliss blood breast breath C. H. HERFORD Canacee Canterbury Tales CHARLES ANNANDALE Chaucer Collatine Cymon dame death deed delight doon doth dream English epic eyes fabliau face Faerie Queene fair fear felawe foul grief hand hast hath heart heere herte hire honour JOHN DOWNIE king King Admetus Knight's Tale koude kyng Lamia litel live look Lucrece Lycius maid mind mooder mordre myghte night nought nyght o'er Ovid pain pale passed Pelias poor Priam quod quoth romance seem'd seemed seyde seye seyn shal shame sholde sigh sleep sorrow soul stood story sweet swich tale Tarquin tears tell thanne thee ther thine things thise thou art thou shalt thought thurgh thyng trembling unto verse weary weep whan wolde words youth
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Page 169 - Two summers since, I saw, at Lammas Fair, The sweetest flower that ever blossom'd there, When Phoebe Dawson gaily cross'd the Green, In haste to see and happy to be seen : Her air, her manners, all who saw admired, Courteous though coy, and gentle though retired ; The joy of youth and health her eyes display'd, And ease of heart her every look convey'd...
Page 212 - UPON a time, before the faery broods Drove Nymph and Satyr from the prosperous woods, Before King Oberon's bright diadem, Sceptre, and mantle, clasp'd with dewy gem, Frighted away the Dryads and the Fauns From rushes green, and brakes, and cowslip'd lawns...
Page 204 - And with his kinsman's help and his own thrift He quickly will repair this loss, and then He may return to us. If here he stay, What can be done ? Where every one is poor, What can be gained?
Page 183 - Oh, Sir ! the good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust Burn to the socket.
Page 209 - Twill be between us ; but, whatever fate Befall thee, I shall love thee to the last, And bear thy memory with me to the grave.
Page 43 - Thou woldest make me kisse thyn olde breech, And swere it were a relyk of a seint, Though it were with thy fundement depeint.
Page 48 - graunt mercy of youre loore, But nathelees, as touchyng Daun Catoun, That hath of wysdom swich a greet renoun, Though that he bad no dremes for to drede, By God, men may in olde bookes rede Of many a man moore of...
Page 57 - And made Adam fro Paradys to go, Ther as he was ful myrie and wel at ese; But for I noot to whom it myght displese, If I conseil of wommen wolde blame, Passe over, for I seyde it in my game.
Page 230 - Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy? There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things.
Page 54 - And after wol I telle his aventure. Whan that the month in which the world bigan, That highte March, whan God first maked man...