Types of English PoetryRudolf Kirk, Clara Marburg Kirk |
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Page 85
... unto thee ? " " I have no money , " then quoth the young man , " No ready gold nor fee . But I will swear upon a book Thy true servant for to be . " " How many miles is it to thy true - love ? Come tell me without any guile . " " By the ...
... unto thee ? " " I have no money , " then quoth the young man , " No ready gold nor fee . But I will swear upon a book Thy true servant for to be . " " How many miles is it to thy true - love ? Come tell me without any guile . " " By the ...
Page 299
... unto my love ? How slowly do the houres theyr numbers spend ? How slowly does sad Time his feathers move Hast thee , O fayrest Planet , to thy home Within the Westerne fome : Thy tyred steedes long since have need of rest . Long though ...
... unto my love ? How slowly do the houres theyr numbers spend ? How slowly does sad Time his feathers move Hast thee , O fayrest Planet , to thy home Within the Westerne fome : Thy tyred steedes long since have need of rest . Long though ...
Page 413
... unto us from the heaven's brink . Nor do we merely feel these essences For one short hour ; no , even as the trees That whisper round a temple become soon Dear as the temple's self , so does the moon , The passion poesy , glories ...
... unto us from the heaven's brink . Nor do we merely feel these essences For one short hour ; no , even as the trees That whisper round a temple become soon Dear as the temple's self , so does the moon , The passion poesy , glories ...
Contents
INTRODUCTION I | 1 |
INTRODUCTION TO NARRATIVE POETRY | 37 |
EDMUND SPENSER | 42 |
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