The Oxford Treasury of English Literature, Volume 1Clarendon Press, 1907 - English literature |
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anon Antilochus Astrophel and Stella Atrides beast beauty behold Beowulf born Chaucer Cheviot coude daughter death delight Dorus doth doughty Douglas dread Earl earth Euphuistic eyes Faery Queene fair fayre fear fell foul goodly grace Guenever HADOW hand hath heart heaven herte holy horse king king's knight kynge lady land living Lord Percy Lydgate MICHAEL DRAYTON never noble Noroway nought Occleve Old English Oxford Petrarch Philoclea poem poetry poets pray pride Princes prose quoth rest RICHARD BARnefield Robin satire say nay Scylding seyd shal Sidney sight sing Sir Cleges Sir Patrick Spens SIR PHILIP SIDNEY slain sone song sonnets sorrow Spenser sweet swich tears thee ther thine thing thou tree unto verse Whan wight wolde wood word wrote Zelmane
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Page 294 - Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark! now I hear them, — ding-dong, bell.
Page 286 - 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 remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Page 217 - Forget not yet the tried intent Of such a truth as I have meant ; My great travail so gladly spent, Forget not yet ! Forget not yet when first began The weary life ye know, since whan The suit, the service none tell can ; Forget not yet ! Forget not yet the great assays, The cruel wrong...
Page 194 - Our gude ship sails the morn.' ' Now ever alake, my master dear, I fear a deadly storm ! ' I saw the new moon, late yestreen, Wi the auld moon in her arm ; And if we gang to sea, master, I fear we'll come to harm.
Page 299 - Turtle-dove or pelican : If she be not so to me, What care I how kind she be ? Shall a woman's virtues move Me to perish for her love ? Or her well-deserving known Make me quite forget mine own ? Be she with that goodness blest Which may merit name of best...
Page 294 - Call for the robin-red-breast and the wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men. Call unto his funeral dole The ant, the field-mouse, and the mole To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm And (when gay tombs are robbed) sustain no harm, But keep the wolf far thence that's foe to men, For with his nails he'll dig them up again.
Page 296 - QUEEN and Huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart And thy crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space, to breathe, how short soever: Thou that mak'st...
Page 273 - That al the woods may answere, and their eccho ring. Behold, whiles she before the altar stands, Hearing the holy priest that to her speakes, And blesseth her with his two happy hands, How the red roses flush up in her cheekes, And the pure snow, with goodly vermill stayne Like crimsin dyde in grayne : That even th...
Page 291 - Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses, And a thousand fragrant posies; A cap of flowers, and a kirtle...
Page 289 - If music and sweet poetry agree, As they must needs, the sister and the brother, Then must the love be great 'twixt thee and me, Because thou lov'st the one, and I the other. Dowland to thee is dear, whose heavenly touch Upon the lute doth ravish human sense ; 6 Spenser to me, whose deep conceit is such As, passing all conceit, needs no defence. Thou lov'st to hear the sweet melodious sound That Phoebus...