The Literature and the Literary Men of Great Britain and Ireland, Том 1Harper & brothers, 1851 |
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... doth my sorrow rue , Beturns thereto a hollow sound of plaint . Thus I alone , where all my freedom grew , In prison pine with bondage and restraint , And with remembrance of the greater grief To banish the less , I find my chief relief ...
... doth my sorrow rue , Beturns thereto a hollow sound of plaint . Thus I alone , where all my freedom grew , In prison pine with bondage and restraint , And with remembrance of the greater grief To banish the less , I find my chief relief ...
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... doth not offend , Though that perforce he must agree To sound such tunes as I intend To sing to them that heareth me ; Then though my songs be somewhat plain , And toucheth some that use to feign , Blame not my Lute ! My Lute and ...
... doth not offend , Though that perforce he must agree To sound such tunes as I intend To sing to them that heareth me ; Then though my songs be somewhat plain , And toucheth some that use to feign , Blame not my Lute ! My Lute and ...
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... so sharp and keen , Bear flowers , we see , full fresh and fair of hue , Poison is also put in medicine , And unto man his health doth oft renew . The fire that all things eke consumeth clean , May 92 [ LECT . IV . SIR THOMAS WYATT .
... so sharp and keen , Bear flowers , we see , full fresh and fair of hue , Poison is also put in medicine , And unto man his health doth oft renew . The fire that all things eke consumeth clean , May 92 [ LECT . IV . SIR THOMAS WYATT .
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... doth yield forth bud , Except wind stands as never it stood , It is an ill wind turns none to good . ANDREW BOURD , physician to Henry the Eighth , was contemporary with Tusser , and was the author of the following lines , which form an ...
... doth yield forth bud , Except wind stands as never it stood , It is an ill wind turns none to good . ANDREW BOURD , physician to Henry the Eighth , was contemporary with Tusser , and was the author of the following lines , which form an ...
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... doth the rose , Within her lively face . At Bacchus ' feast none shall her meet , Nor at no wanton play ; Nor gazing in an open street , Nor gadding as a stray . The modest mirth that she doth use Is mixed with shamefac'dness ; All vice ...
... doth the rose , Within her lively face . At Bacchus ' feast none shall her meet , Nor at no wanton play ; Nor gazing in an open street , Nor gadding as a stray . The modest mirth that she doth use Is mixed with shamefac'dness ; All vice ...
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afterward beauty became Ben Jonson bishop born bright Cæsar Cambridge character Charles Chaucer church College court death delight died divine doth dramas Earl earth Elizabeth England English English language eyes Faery Queen fair fancy father fear flowers genius give grace hath heart heaven Henry the Eighth holy honour Hudibras James JOHN Jonson king king's lady language Latin learning Leicestershire light literary live London Lord mind moral muse nature never night Oxford passage passed passion period play poems poet poetical poetry praise prince prose published queen reign remarks satire Scotland Scripture Shakspeare sing Sir Patrick Spens sleep song soon soul spirit studies style sweet tell thee things thought tongue translation Trinity College university of Cambridge university of Oxford unto verse Westminster Abbey Westminster school Wickliffe wind writer wrote
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