Cyclopaedia of English Literature: First period, from the earliest times to 1400Robert Chambers Gould, Kendall and Lincoln, 1847 |
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الصفحة 19
... breath : But on his lady yet cast he his eye ; His laste word was , Mercy , Emily ! ' • [ Departure of Custance . ] The will of Christ , and kneeling on the strond , She saide , Lord , aye welcome be thy sond . ' He that me kepte from ...
... breath : But on his lady yet cast he his eye ; His laste word was , Mercy , Emily ! ' • [ Departure of Custance . ] The will of Christ , and kneeling on the strond , She saide , Lord , aye welcome be thy sond . ' He that me kepte from ...
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... breath , foul art thou to embrace ; And through thy drunken nose scemeth the soun As though thou saidést aye Sampsoun ! Sampsoun ! And yet , Got wot , Sampsoun drunk ne'er no wine : Thou fallest as it were a stickéd swine ; Thy tongue ...
... breath , foul art thou to embrace ; And through thy drunken nose scemeth the soun As though thou saidést aye Sampsoun ! Sampsoun ! And yet , Got wot , Sampsoun drunk ne'er no wine : Thou fallest as it were a stickéd swine ; Thy tongue ...
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... breath in singing or crying . The entrails , which be underneath the midriff , be exercised by blowing either by constraint or playing on shalmus or sackbuts , or other like instruments which do re- quire much wind . The muscles are ...
... breath in singing or crying . The entrails , which be underneath the midriff , be exercised by blowing either by constraint or playing on shalmus or sackbuts , or other like instruments which do re- quire much wind . The muscles are ...
الصفحة 81
... breath ; Small keep took he , whom fortune frowned on , Or whom she lifted up into the throne Of high renown , but , as a living death , So dead alive , of life he drew the breath : The body's rest , the quiet of the heart , The ...
... breath ; Small keep took he , whom fortune frowned on , Or whom she lifted up into the throne Of high renown , but , as a living death , So dead alive , of life he drew the breath : The body's rest , the quiet of the heart , The ...
الصفحة 82
... breath : And , by and by , a dumb dead corpse we saw , Heavy , and cold , the shape of Death aright , That daunts all earthly creatures to his law , Against whose force in vain it is to fight ; Ne peers , ne princes , nor no mortal ...
... breath : And , by and by , a dumb dead corpse we saw , Heavy , and cold , the shape of Death aright , That daunts all earthly creatures to his law , Against whose force in vain it is to fight ; Ne peers , ne princes , nor no mortal ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
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الصفحة 108 - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
الصفحة 106 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
الصفحة 335 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled Dawn doth rise...
الصفحة 84 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten,— In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs,— All these in me no means can move To come to thee and be thy love.
الصفحة 108 - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat — Come hither, come hither, come hither ! Here shall we see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun, And loves to live i...
الصفحة 184 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins: Such harmony is in immortal souls; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we...
الصفحة 186 - She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her wagon-spokes made of long spinners...
الصفحة 119 - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! Heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtle flame As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life.
الصفحة 366 - A present deity! the vaulted roofs rebound! With ravish'd ears The monarch hears, Assumes the god; Aflects to nod And seems to shake the spheres. The praise of Bacchus then the sweet musician sung : Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young: The jolly god in triumph comes ! Sound the trumpets, beat the drums!
الصفحة 172 - And then thou must be damn'd perpetually! Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of Heaven, That time may cease, and midnight never come; Fair Nature's eye, rise, rise again and make Perpetual day; or let this hour be but A year, a month, a week, a natural day, That Faustus may repent and save his soul! O lente, lente, currite noctis equi!