The poems of Geoffrey Chaucer, modernized ...

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Whittaker & co., 1841 - Literary Criticism - 331 pages
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Page lxvii - There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Page 260 - Or call up him that left half told The story of Cambuscan bold, Of Camball, and of Algarsife, And who had Canace to wife, That own'd the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wondrous horse of brass, On which the Tartar king did ride...
Page xiii - For letting down the golden chain from high, He drew his audience upward to the sky...
Page xiv - Anger dared the pallid Fear ; Next stood Hypocrisy, with holy leer ; Soft smiling, and demurely looking down, But hid the dagger underneath the gown : The assassinating wife, the household fiend, And far the blackest there, the traitor-friend. On t' other side there stood Destruction bare ; Unpunish'd Rapine, and a waste of war.
Page lxxiii - MANY a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of misery, Or the mariner, worn and wan, Never thus could voyage on Day and night, and night and day, Drifting on his dreary way, With the solid darkness black Closing round his vessel's track; Whilst above the sunless sky, Big with clouds, hangs heavily...
Page xxxix - I cannot go so far as he who published the last edition of him; for he would make us believe the fault is in our ears, and that there were really ten syllables in a verse where we find but nine. But this opinion is not worth confuting...
Page lxix - With music strong and saintly song To wander through the forest bare, Lest aught unholy loiter there.' Thus Bracy said: the Baron, the while, Half-listening heard him with a smile; Then...
Page 141 - Quest' arder mio, di che vi cal sė poco, E i vostri onori in mie rime diffusi, Ne porian infiammar fors...
Page xxxix - The verse of Chaucer, I confess, is not harmonious to us; but is like the eloquence of one whom Tacitus commends, it was auribus istius temporis accommodata : they who lived with him, and some time after him, thought it musical ; and it continues so even in our judgment, if compared with the numbers of Lydgate and Gower, his contemporaries : there is the rude sweetness of a Scotch tune in it, which is natural and pleasing, though not perfect.
Page 6 - With lockes curled as they were laid in press ; Of twenty years of age he was, I guess...

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