A Compendium of English Literature: Chronologically Arranged, from Sir John Mandeville to William Cowper . .E. C. & J. Biddle, 1865 - 776 страница |
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... thee than any treasure , be it never so precious ; and certainly he should not be called a gentleman that , after God and good conscience all things left , ne doth his diligence and business to keepen his good name ; and Cassiodore ...
... thee than any treasure , be it never so precious ; and certainly he should not be called a gentleman that , after God and good conscience all things left , ne doth his diligence and business to keepen his good name ; and Cassiodore ...
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... thee , upon this condition - that thou shalt be able to answer a question which I shall ask ; and thou shalt take an oath that if thou prove unable to do this , thou shalt yield thyself up voluntarily to death . And that thou mayest ...
... thee , upon this condition - that thou shalt be able to answer a question which I shall ask ; and thou shalt take an oath that if thou prove unable to do this , thou shalt yield thyself up voluntarily to death . And that thou mayest ...
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... thee come I to joy out of torment ; - But now to purpose of my first intent . Bewailing in my chamber thus alone , Despaired of all joy and remedy , For - tired of my thought , and woe - begone , And to the window gan I walk in hye , s ...
... thee come I to joy out of torment ; - But now to purpose of my first intent . Bewailing in my chamber thus alone , Despaired of all joy and remedy , For - tired of my thought , and woe - begone , And to the window gan I walk in hye , s ...
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... thee good cheer of it that God thee sends , For worldis wrak3 but welfare , nought avails : Na good is thine , save only but thou spends ; Remenant all thou brookis but with bales.4 Seek to soláce when sadness thee assails : In dolour ...
... thee good cheer of it that God thee sends , For worldis wrak3 but welfare , nought avails : Na good is thine , save only but thou spends ; Remenant all thou brookis but with bales.4 Seek to soláce when sadness thee assails : In dolour ...
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... thee lie wither'd and old , The winter nights that are so cold , Plaining in vain unto the moon : Thy wishes then dare not be told ; Care then who list ! for I have done . 1 This poem is of singular merit , and as Dr. Todd remarks ...
... thee lie wither'd and old , The winter nights that are so cold , Plaining in vain unto the moon : Thy wishes then dare not be told ; Care then who list ! for I have done . 1 This poem is of singular merit , and as Dr. Todd remarks ...
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Страница 137 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes...
Страница 259 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide, ' Doth God exact day-labor, light denied ?
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Страница 135 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Страница 254 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung...