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The Canterbury Tales. The Pardoner's Tale.
THE PROLOGUE. OUR Hoste gan to swear as he were wood; "Harow!" quoth he, "by nailes and by blood, This was a cursed thief, a false justice. As shameful death as hearte can devise Come to these judges
Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady
What beckoning ghost, along the moonlight shade Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade? 'Tis she!--but why that bleeding bosom gored, Why dimly gleams the visionary sword? Oh, ever beauteous, ev
Patriotism 02 Nelson, Pitt, Fox
TO mute and to material things New life revolving summer brings; The genial call dead Nature hears, And in her glory reappears. But oh, my Country's wintry state What second spring shall renovate? Wha
Paradise Regained: The Fourth Book
Perplexed and troubled at his bad success The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply, Discovered in his fraud, thrown from his hope So oft, and the persuasive rhetoric That sleeked his tongue, and won s
Endymion: Book IV
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual air begot: Long didst thou sit alone in northern grot, While yet our England was a wolfish
The Bride of Abydos. a Turkish Tale
"Had we never loved sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met--or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted."--
Paradise Lost: Book 01
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us, and regain the b
Beppo: A Venetian Story
_Rosalind_. Farewell, Monsieur Traveller; Look, you lisp, and wear strange suits: disable all the benefits of your own country; be out of love with your Nativity, and almost chide God for making you t
My Lost Youth
Often I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea; Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear old town, And my youth comes back to me. And a verse of a Lapland song
A Hymn Of Heavenly Beauty
Rapt with the rage of mine own ravish'd thought, Through contemplation of those goodly sights, And glorious images in heaven wrought, Whose wondrous beauty, breathing sweet delights Do kindle love in
A Very Mournful Ballad on the Siege and Conquest of Alhama
The Moorish King rides up and down. Through Granada's royal town: From Elvira's gates to those Of Bivarambla on he goes. Woe is me, Alhama! Letters to the Monarch tell How Alhama'
The Task: Book V, The Winter Morning Walk (excerpts)
'Tis morning; and the sun, with ruddy orb Ascending, fires th' horizon: while the clouds, That crowd away before the driving wind, More ardent as the disk emerges more, Resemble most some city in a bl
Epistle to Dr Arbuthnot; or, Prologue to the Satires.
_P_. Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigued, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages! nay, 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, a
Troilus and Criseyde: Book III
O blisful light of whiche the bemes clere Adorneth al the thridde hevene faire! O sonnes lief, O Ioves doughter dere, Plesaunce of love, O goodly debonaire, In gentil hertes ay redy to repaire! O ver
Troilus and Criseyde: Book V
Aprochen gan the fatal destinee That Ioves hath in disposicioun, And to yow, angry Parcas, sustren three, Committeth, to don execucioun; For which Criseyde moste out of the toun, And Troilus shal dwe
The Waltz: An Apostrophic Hymn. by Horace Hornem, Esq
"Qualis in Eurotæ ripis, aut per juga Cynthi, Exercet DIANA choros." VIRGIL, 'Æn'. i. 502. "Such on Eurotas's banks, or Cynthus's height, Diana seems: and so she charms the sight, When i
A Grammarian's Funeral : Shortly After the Revival of Learning in Europe
Let us begin and carry up this corpse, Singing together. Leave we the common crofts, the vulgar thorpes, Each in its tether Sleeping safe on the bosom of the plain, Cared-for till co
The Canterbury Tales. The Prioress's Tale.
THE PROLOGUE. "WELL said, by corpus Domini," quoth our Host; "Now longe may'st thou saile by the coast, Thou gentle Master, gentle Marinere. God give the monk a thousand last quad year! Aha! fellows,
The Canterbury Tales. The Knight's Tale.
WHILOM, as olde stories tellen us, There was a duke that highte Theseus. Of Athens he was lord and governor, And in his time such a conqueror That greater was there none under the sun. Full many a ric
The Lament of Tasso
Long years!--It tries the thrilling frame to bear And eagle-spirit of a Child of Song-- Long years of outrage--calumny--and wrong; Imputed madness, prisoned solitude, And the Mind's canker in its sava
The Canterbury Tales. The Doctor's Tale.
THE PROLOGUE. ["YEA, let that passe," quoth our Host, "as now. Sir Doctor of Physik, I praye you, Tell us a tale of some honest mattere." "It shall be done, if that ye will it hear," Said this Doctor
The Canterbury Tales. The Miller's Tale.
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, That he not said it was a noble story, And worthy to be drawen to memory; And namely the gentles e
Waring
What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest or staff and scrip, Rather than pace up and down Any longer London town? Who'd have guessed it f
The Canterbury Tales. The Canon's Yeoman's Tale.
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN ended was the life of Saint Cecile, Ere we had ridden fully five mile, At Boughton-under-Blee us gan o'ertake A man, that clothed was in clothes black, And underneath he wore a whi