Chambers's Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and Biographical, of British Authors, with Specimens of Their Writings, المجلد 1Robert Chambers, Robert Carruthers W. & R. Chambers, 1876 |
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... Prince Henry .. 165 123 Five Sonnets .. Perigot and Amoret . .165 123 SIR ROBERT AYTON ( 1570-1638 ) . Melancholy . - From Nice Valour .. ..166 123 On Woman's Inconstancy .. Song . - From The False One .......... 166 123 The Forsaken ...
... Prince Henry .. 165 123 Five Sonnets .. Perigot and Amoret . .165 123 SIR ROBERT AYTON ( 1570-1638 ) . Melancholy . - From Nice Valour .. ..166 123 On Woman's Inconstancy .. Song . - From The False One .......... 166 123 The Forsaken ...
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... Prince ) . Pur- A lasting glory won by slaughter in battle with the edges of swords at Brunanburh ! The wall of shields they cleaved , they hewed the noble banners . . . suing , they destroyed the Scottish people and the ship- fleet ...
... Prince ) . Pur- A lasting glory won by slaughter in battle with the edges of swords at Brunanburh ! The wall of shields they cleaved , they hewed the noble banners . . . suing , they destroyed the Scottish people and the ship- fleet ...
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... Prince Lionel , son of Edward III . , of the date of 1357. From these it appears that payments were made for articles of dress and ' necessaries ' to Chaucer- ( Quodcumque ligaueris super terram , erit ligatum et in a suit of clothes ...
... Prince Lionel , son of Edward III . , of the date of 1357. From these it appears that payments were made for articles of dress and ' necessaries ' to Chaucer- ( Quodcumque ligaueris super terram , erit ligatum et in a suit of clothes ...
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... prince , ensample of honour , Unto your grace like it to promote My poor estate , and to my woe beth boot.1 Contemporary with Occleve was JOHN LYDGATE ( circa 1373-1460 ) , a monk of Bury , born at Lyd- gate , near Newmarket . His ...
... prince , ensample of honour , Unto your grace like it to promote My poor estate , and to my woe beth boot.1 Contemporary with Occleve was JOHN LYDGATE ( circa 1373-1460 ) , a monk of Bury , born at Lyd- gate , near Newmarket . His ...
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... prince of honour and of worthy fame ! O noble knights of old antiquity ! O redoubted courage , the causer of their name , Whose worthy acts Fame caused to be In books written , as ye well may see- So give me grace right well to recure ...
... prince of honour and of worthy fame ! O noble knights of old antiquity ! O redoubted courage , the causer of their name , Whose worthy acts Fame caused to be In books written , as ye well may see- So give me grace right well to recure ...
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الصفحة 277 - 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?
الصفحة 329 - 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...
الصفحة 382 - I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.
الصفحة 150 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii. Look ! in this place, ran Cassius...
الصفحة 276 - MAY MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
الصفحة 95 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
الصفحة 149 - Therefore, the poet Did feign that Orpheus drew trees, stones, and floods Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved 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.
الصفحة 330 - 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 148 - tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night.
الصفحة 231 - Sweet Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then...