Cyclopaedia of English Literature: First period, from the earliest times to 1400Robert Chambers Gould, Kendall and Lincoln, 1847 |
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الصفحة 11
... published * Mr Thomas Wright's Political Songs and Specimens of Lyric | by Mr Wright . The lines are there divided , as we believe in Poetry composed in England in the reign of Edward I. Reliquiæ strictness they ought to be , in the ...
... published * Mr Thomas Wright's Political Songs and Specimens of Lyric | by Mr Wright . The lines are there divided , as we believe in Poetry composed in England in the reign of Edward I. Reliquiæ strictness they ought to be , in the ...
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... published in 1557 , is a series of practical directions for farming , expressed in simple and inelegant , but not always dull verse . It was afterwards expanded by other writers , and published under the title of Five Hundreth Points of ...
... published in 1557 , is a series of practical directions for farming , expressed in simple and inelegant , but not always dull verse . It was afterwards expanded by other writers , and published under the title of Five Hundreth Points of ...
الصفحة 70
... published under the title of The Negociations of Thomas Wolsey ; but as the chief object of sending it forth was to re- concile the nation to the death of Archbishop Laud , by draw ing a parallel between the two prelates , the ...
... published under the title of The Negociations of Thomas Wolsey ; but as the chief object of sending it forth was to re- concile the nation to the death of Archbishop Laud , by draw ing a parallel between the two prelates , the ...
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... published in 1536 , and constitutes the earliest existing specimen of Scot- tish literary prose . The first original work in that language was one entitled The Complaynt of Scotland , which was published at St Andrews in 1548 , by an ...
... published in 1536 , and constitutes the earliest existing specimen of Scot- tish literary prose . The first original work in that language was one entitled The Complaynt of Scotland , which was published at St Andrews in 1548 , by an ...
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... published in 1525 by WILLIAM TYNDALE , born in BALE . BALE , BISHOP OF OSSORY in Ireland ( 1495-1563 ) , must be esteemed as one of the most notable prose writers of this era . He was the author of many severe and intemperate tracts ...
... published in 1525 by WILLIAM TYNDALE , born in BALE . BALE , BISHOP OF OSSORY in Ireland ( 1495-1563 ) , must be esteemed as one of the most notable prose writers of this era . He was the author of many severe and intemperate tracts ...
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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!