Complaint unto Pity, The (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
Pite, that I have sought so yore agooWith herte soore and ful of besy peyne,That in this world was never ...
Pite, that I have sought so yore agooWith herte soore and ful of besy peyne,That in this world was never ...
THE Rabbi Nathan two-score years and tenWalked blameless through the evil world, and then,Just as the almond blossomed in his ...
Have I not voyaged, friend beloved, with theeOn the great waters of the unsounded sea,Momently listening with suspended oarFor the ...
To Britannia.Nay, all this availeth thee nothing— Thy prestige, thy power, and estate,Thy glory, honour, and riches; An enemy sits in the ...
Soul of our souls, only by TheeThe way we seeThrough earth's entangling mystery;We nothing know;But prayer unbars heaven's gate, and ...
From depths of woe I raise to TheeThe voice of lamentation;Lord, turn a gracious ear to meAnd hear my supplication;If ...
Let no presuming impious railer taxCreative wisdom, as if aught was form'dIn vain, or not for admirable ends.Shall little haughty ...
Cytherea, thy dainty Adonis is dying!Ah, what shall we do?O Nymphs, let it echo, the voice of your crying,The greenwood ...
Thou ferse god of armes, Mars the rede,That in the frosty contre called Trace,Within thy grisly temple ful of dredeHonoured ...
Pite, that I have sought so yore agooWith herte soore and ful of besy peyne,That in this world was never ...
But see! . . . the body does not sink; It rides upon the tide (A starbeam on the dagger's ...
(Erinna was a Greek poetess, a friend and pupil of Sappho of Lesbos. She died at the age of nineteen.) ...
I. 1. Youre two eyn will sle me sodenlyI may the beaute of them not sustene,So wendeth it thorowout my ...
Say not the struggle nought availeth, The labour and the wounds are vain, The enemy faints not nor ...
Never the long wind dieth, Never, never, But sigheth, crieth, In its old endeavor, Where the ...
SAY not the struggle naught availeth, The labour and the wounds are vain, The enemy faints not, nor faileth, And ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
Outbound, your bark awaits you. Were I one Whose prayer availeth much, my wish should be Your favoring trad-wind and ...
Sometimes, when I am toil-worn and aweary, And tired out with working long and well, And earth is dark, and ...
"Throughout these infinite orbs of mingling light, Of which yon earth is one, is wide diffus'd A Spirit of activity ...
PART I O! nothing earthly save the ray (Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye, As in those gardens where ...
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