Cyclopædia of English Literature: A Selection of the Choicest Productions of English Authors, from the Earliest to the Present Time, Connected by a Critical and Biographical History ...Robert Chambers Gould, Kendall and Lincoln, 1847 |
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... face The fourthe day toward the ship she went ; But natheless10 she tak'th in good intent 1 Called . The will of Christ , and kneeling on the strond , She saide , Lord , aye welcome be thy sond.1 ' He that me kepte from the false blame ...
... face The fourthe day toward the ship she went ; But natheless10 she tak'th in good intent 1 Called . The will of Christ , and kneeling on the strond , She saide , Lord , aye welcome be thy sond.1 ' He that me kepte from the false blame ...
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... face , Sour is thy breath , foul art thou to embrace ; And through thy drunken nose seemeth the soun As though thou saidést aye Sampsoun ! Sampsoun ! And yet , Got wot , Sampsoun drunk ne'er no wine : Thou fallest as it were a stickéd ...
... face , Sour is thy breath , foul art thou to embrace ; And through thy drunken nose seemeth the soun As though thou saidést aye Sampsoun ! Sampsoun ! And yet , Got wot , Sampsoun drunk ne'er no wine : Thou fallest as it were a stickéd ...
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... face . And in my head I drew right hastily , And eftesoons I leant it out again , And saw her walk that very womanly , With no wight mo ' , but only women twain . Then gan I study in myself , and sayn , 6 ' Ah , sweet ! are ye a worldly ...
... face . And in my head I drew right hastily , And eftesoons I leant it out again , And saw her walk that very womanly , With no wight mo ' , but only women twain . Then gan I study in myself , and sayn , 6 ' Ah , sweet ! are ye a worldly ...
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... face , That she suld have the thank therefor or luve , But He , the worker , that put in her sic grace ; And every gudeness that been to come or gone The thank redounds to him in every place : Of beauty , bounty , riches , time , or ...
... face , That she suld have the thank therefor or luve , But He , the worker , that put in her sic grace ; And every gudeness that been to come or gone The thank redounds to him in every place : Of beauty , bounty , riches , time , or ...
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... face . The auriate vanes of his throne soverane With glitterand glance o'erspread the oceane ; The largé fludes , lemand all of licht , But with ane blink of his supernal sicht . For to behald , it was ane glore to see The stabled ...
... face . The auriate vanes of his throne soverane With glitterand glance o'erspread the oceane ; The largé fludes , lemand all of licht , But with ane blink of his supernal sicht . For to behald , it was ane glore to see The stabled ...
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Страница 188 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Страница 188 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Страница 399 - I know they are as lively and as vigorously productive as those fabulous dragon's teeth ; and being sown up and down, may chance to spring up armed men. And yet on the other hand, unless wariness be used, as good almost kill a man, as kill a good book. Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image : but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were, in the eye.
Страница 328 - Go, lovely rose, Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Страница 187 - 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 regions of thick-ribbed ice...
Страница 105 - This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise or fear to fall : Lord of himself, though not of lands, And, having nothing, yet hath all.
Страница 332 - The Oracles are dumb ; No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving : No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Страница 398 - I am now indebted, as being a work not to be raised from the heat of youth, or the vapours of wine, like that which flows at waste from the pen of some vulgar amourist, or the trencher fury of a rhyming parasite ; nor to be obtained by the invocation of dame Memory and her siren daughters ; but by devout prayer to that eternal spirit, who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases...
Страница 184 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
Страница 185 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest — For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men — Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man.