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... Tales . And smale foules maken melodie , That slepen alle night with open eye , So priketh hem nature in hir corages ; Than longen folk to gon on pilgrimages . Prologue . Line 1 . Line 9 . And of his port as meke as is a mayde . Line 69 ...
... Tales . And smale foules maken melodie , That slepen alle night with open eye , So priketh hem nature in hir corages ; Than longen folk to gon on pilgrimages . Prologue . Line 1 . Line 9 . And of his port as meke as is a mayde . Line 69 ...
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... tale after a man , He moste reherse , as neighe as ever he can , Everich word , if it be in his charge , All speke he never so rudely and so large ; Or elles he moste tellen his tale untrewe , Or feinen thinges , or finden wordes ...
... tale after a man , He moste reherse , as neighe as ever he can , Everich word , if it be in his charge , All speke he never so rudely and so large ; Or elles he moste tellen his tale untrewe , Or feinen thinges , or finden wordes ...
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... Tale . Line 4153 . And for to see , and eek for to be seye.2 The Wif of Bathes Prologue . Line 6134 . I hold a ... Tale . Line 6695 . That he is gentil that doth gentil dedis . This flour of wifly patience . Line 6752 . The Clerkes ...
... Tale . Line 4153 . And for to see , and eek for to be seye.2 The Wif of Bathes Prologue . Line 6134 . I hold a ... Tale . Line 6695 . That he is gentil that doth gentil dedis . This flour of wifly patience . Line 6752 . The Clerkes ...
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... Tales . The Chanones Yemannes Tale . Line 16430 . The firste vertue , sone , if thou wilt lere , Is to restreine , and kepen wel thy tonge . The Manciples Tale . Line 17281 . Of harmes two the lesse is for to cheese.2 Troilus and ...
... Tales . The Chanones Yemannes Tale . Line 16430 . The firste vertue , sone , if thou wilt lere , Is to restreine , and kepen wel thy tonge . The Manciples Tale . Line 17281 . Of harmes two the lesse is for to cheese.2 Troilus and ...
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... Tale . Line 895 . SIR WALTER RALEIGH . 1552–1618 . If all the world and love were young , And truth in every shepherd's tongue , These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee , and be thy love . The Nymph's Reply to the ...
... Tale . Line 895 . SIR WALTER RALEIGH . 1552–1618 . If all the world and love were young , And truth in every shepherd's tongue , These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee , and be thy love . The Nymph's Reply to the ...
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Page 91 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Page 205 - Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks ; methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full midday beam.
Page 272 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar...
Page 89 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly: If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, 'With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here. But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come...
Page 79 - Romeo, and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish Sun.
Page 23 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world...
Page 52 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Page 460 - When my eyes shall be turned to behold for the last time the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union ; on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood!
Page 59 - Tis not due yet; I would be loath to pay him before his day. What need I be so forward with him that calls not on me ? Well, 'tis no matter ; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg ? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour ? A word. What is in that word, honour ? What is that honour ? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it ? He that died o
Page 32 - Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.