Wyclif, Chaucer, earliest drama, renaissance, tr. by W. C. Robinson

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H. Holt, 1896
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Página 218 - And then may chance thee to repent The time that thou hast lost and spent, To cause thy lovers sigh and swoon : Then shalt thou know beauty but lent, And wish and want as I have done. Now cease, my lute, this is the last Labour, that thou and I shall waste ; And ended is that we begun : Now is this song both sung and past ; My lute, be still, for I have done.
Página 248 - I know she swore with raging mind, Her kingdom only set apart, There was no loss by law of kind That could have gone so near her heart; And this was chiefly all her pain: 'She...
Página 246 - Summer is come, for every spray now springs ; The hart hath hung his old head on the pale, The buck in brake his winter coat he...
Página 217 - My lute, awake, perform the last Labour that thou and I shall waste, And end that I have now begun, And when this song is sung and past, My lute, be still, for I have done.
Página 246 - With green hath clad the hill and eke the vale: The nightingale with feathers new she sings; The turtle to her mate hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs...
Página 247 - In presence prest of people, mad or wise; Set me in high or yet in low degree, In longest night or in the shortest day, In clearest sky or where clouds thickest be, In lusty youth or when my hairs are gray. Set me in heaven, in earth, or else in hell; In hill, or dale, or in the foaming flood; *° Thrall or at large, alive whereso I dwell, Sick or in health, in evil fame or good: Hers will I be, and only with this thought Content myself although my chance be nought.
Página 247 - Set me whereas the sun doth parch the green, Or where his beams do not dissolve the ice, In temperate heat where he is felt and seen; In presence prest of people, mad or wise; Set me in high or yet in low degree, In longest night or in the shortest day, In clearest sky or where clouds thickest be, In lusty youth or when my hairs are gray. Set me in heaven, in earth, or else in hell; In hill, or dale, or in the foaming flood; *° Thrall or at large, alive...
Página 253 - A valiant corpse, where force and beauty met, Happy alas, too happy but for foes, Lived, and ran the race that nature set; Of manhood's shape where she the mould did lose.
Página 218 - Unquit to cause thy lovers plain ; Although my lute and I have done. May chance thee lie withered and old In winter nights, that are so cold, Plaining in vain unto the moon ; Thy wishes then dare not be told : Care then who list, for I have done.
Página 45 - I have, after the symple connynge that God hath sente to me, under the favour and correctyon of al noble lordes and gentylmen, enprysed to enprynte a book of the noble hystoryes of the sayd Kynge Arthur and of certeyn of his knyghtes, after a copye unto me delyverd, whyche copye Syr Thomas Malorye dyd take oute of certeyn bookes of Frensshe and reduced it into Englysshe.

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