Representative English Literature from Chaucer to Tennyson: Selected and Supplemented with Historical Connections and a MapH. Holt, 1893 - 514 lappuses |
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... LORD BYRON . From Childe Harold's Pilgrimage . 405 Sonnet on Chillon .... P. B. SHELLEY . To a Skylark .. To Night ...... JOHN KEATS . 407 407 411 Ode on a Grecian Urn ....... On First Looking into Chapman's Homer . 412 413 CHAPTER II ...
... LORD BYRON . From Childe Harold's Pilgrimage . 405 Sonnet on Chillon .... P. B. SHELLEY . To a Skylark .. To Night ...... JOHN KEATS . 407 407 411 Ode on a Grecian Urn ....... On First Looking into Chapman's Homer . 412 413 CHAPTER II ...
39. lappuse
... lords and ladies leave Florence during the plague , and , sitting together in a beautiful garden , they amuse themselves by telling the tales that form the main part of the work . If Chaucer , as many suppose , found the suggestion for ...
... lords and ladies leave Florence during the plague , and , sitting together in a beautiful garden , they amuse themselves by telling the tales that form the main part of the work . If Chaucer , as many suppose , found the suggestion for ...
42. lappuse
... lord ful fat and in good poynt ; His eyen steepe , and rollyng in his heede , That stemede as a forneys of a leede ; His bootes souple , his hors in gret estate . Now certeinly he was a fair prelate . " The corruption of the Church is ...
... lord ful fat and in good poynt ; His eyen steepe , and rollyng in his heede , That stemede as a forneys of a leede ; His bootes souple , his hors in gret estate . Now certeinly he was a fair prelate . " The corruption of the Church is ...
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... lord youre fader ( God his soule blesse ) And eek youre moder of hire gentilesse Han in myn house ibeen , to my gret ese ; And certes , sire , ful fayn wolde I yow plese . But for men speke of syngyng , I wol saye , So mot I brouke wel ...
... lord youre fader ( God his soule blesse ) And eek youre moder of hire gentilesse Han in myn house ibeen , to my gret ese ; And certes , sire , ful fayn wolde I yow plese . But for men speke of syngyng , I wol saye , So mot I brouke wel ...
58. lappuse
... , that al that writen is , To oure doctrine it is i - write i - wys . Taketh the fruyt , and let the chaf be stille . Now goode God , if that it be thy wille , As saith my lord , so make us alle good 58 PERIOD OF PREPARATION .
... , that al that writen is , To oure doctrine it is i - write i - wys . Taketh the fruyt , and let the chaf be stille . Now goode God , if that it be thy wille , As saith my lord , so make us alle good 58 PERIOD OF PREPARATION .
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