English Writers: An Attempt Towards a History of English Literature, المجلد 8

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Cassell, limited, 1892

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الصفحة 135 - Thus he said, The fourth beast shall be the fourth kingdom upon earth, which shall be diverse from all kingdoms, and shall devour the whole earth, and shall tread it down and break it in pieces.
الصفحة 135 - And he shall speak great words against the Most High, and shall wear out the saints of the Most High, and think to change times and laws : and they shall be given into his hand, until A TIME AND TIMES AND THE DIVIDING OF TIME.
الصفحة 381 - I stuff my skin so full within Of jolly good ale and old. Back and side go bare, go bare, Both foot and hand go cold: But, belly, God send thee good ale enough, Whether it be new or old.
الصفحة 390 - For he doth not only show the way, but giveth so sweet a prospect into the way as will entice any man to enter into it ; nay...
الصفحة 104 - I know a merchant man (who shall at this time be nameless) that bought the contents of two noble libraries for forty shillings price ; a shame it is to be spoken.
الصفحة 17 - So cruel prison how could betide, alas, As proud Windsor? Where I in lust and joy With a king's son my childish years did pass In greater feast than Priam's sons of Troy; Where each sweet place returns a taste full sour : The large green courts where we were wont to hove With eyes cast up into the maidens...
الصفحة 149 - Be of good comfort, master Ridley, and play the man. We shall this day light such a candle, by God's grace, in England, as I trust shall never be put out.
الصفحة 391 - So is it in men (most of which are childish in the best things, till they be cradled in their graves) : glad they will be to hear the tales of Hercules, Achilles, Cyrus...
الصفحة 381 - I cannot eat but little meat, My stomach is not good ; But sure I think, that I can drink With him that wears a hood...
الصفحة 399 - The song I sang old Languet had me taught, Languet, the shepherd best swift Ister knew, For clerkly rede, and hating what is naught, For faithful heart, clean hands, and mouth as true. With his sweet skill my skill-less youth he drew To have a feeling taste of him that sits Beyond the heav'n, far more beyond our wits.

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