Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and Biographical, of British Authors, from the Earliest to the Present Times, المجلد 1Robert Chambers W. and R. Chambers, 1844 - 4 من الصفحات |
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... sound slumber . In the midst of his sleep , a stranger appeared to him , and , saluting him by his name , said , " Cadmon , sing me something . " Cæd- mon answered , " I know nothing to sing ; for my incapacity in this respect was the ...
... sound slumber . In the midst of his sleep , a stranger appeared to him , and , saluting him by his name , said , " Cadmon , sing me something . " Cæd- mon answered , " I know nothing to sing ; for my incapacity in this respect was the ...
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... sound . 9 Complete . 10 Change . 12 Novelty , inconstancy . 11 Natural right . 14 Steering , pilotage . 15 Manage . 13 Guide . Therefore whoso doth them accuse Of any double intentión , 22 FROM EARLIEST TIMES TO 1400 . CYCLOPEDIA OF.
... sound . 9 Complete . 10 Change . 12 Novelty , inconstancy . 11 Natural right . 14 Steering , pilotage . 15 Manage . 13 Guide . Therefore whoso doth them accuse Of any double intentión , 22 FROM EARLIEST TIMES TO 1400 . CYCLOPEDIA OF.
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... sound went with the river as it ran , Out through the fresh and flourished lusty vale ; O Merle ! quoth she , O fool ! stint of thy tale , For in thy song good sentence is there none , For both is tint , the time and the travail Of ...
... sound went with the river as it ran , Out through the fresh and flourished lusty vale ; O Merle ! quoth she , O fool ! stint of thy tale , For in thy song good sentence is there none , For both is tint , the time and the travail Of ...
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... 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 . 1 Hover ; loiter . 2 A lover tied the ...
... 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 . 1 Hover ; loiter . 2 A lover tied the ...
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... sound Of this or that as liketh me ; For lack of wit the Lute is bound To give such tunes as pleaseth me ; Though my songs be somewhat strange , And speak such words as touch my change , Blame not my Lute ! My Lute , alas ! doth not ...
... sound Of this or that as liketh me ; For lack of wit the Lute is bound To give such tunes as pleaseth me ; Though my songs be somewhat strange , And speak such words as touch my change , Blame not my Lute ! My Lute , alas ! doth not ...
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الصفحة 334 - And ever against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed, and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running; Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony: That Orpheus...
الصفحة 326 - 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.
الصفحة 397 - 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.
الصفحة 185 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament — Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read — And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds And dip their napkins...
الصفحة 182 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
الصفحة 338 - Join voices all ye living Souls: Ye Birds, That singing up to Heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep; Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill, or valley, fountain or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Hail universal Lord, be bounteous still To give us only good ; and if the night Have gather'd aught of evil, or conceal'd, Disperse it, as now light dispels...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 336 - Me miserable ! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath and infinite despair? Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep Still threatening to devour me opens wide, To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven.
الصفحة 331 - 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-labour, light denied?' I fondly ask: but Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies, 'God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts. Who best Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best: his state Is kingly: thousands...
الصفحة 342 - While all flowers and all trees do close To weave the garlands of repose! Fair quiet, have I found thee here, And innocence, thy sister dear? Mistaken long, I sought you then In busy companies of men. Your sacred plants, if here below, Only among the plants will grow; Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So am'rous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress' name; Little, alas, they know or heed, How far...