A Compendium of English Literature: Chronologically Arranged, from Sir John Mandeville to William Cowper . .E. C. & J. Biddle, 1865 - 776 من الصفحات |
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... hath the true understanding and perfection of all holy writ ; that it seemeth open heresy to say that the Gospel with his truth and freedom sufficeth not to 1 For this noble labor , which he completed in 1380 , he received abuse without ...
... hath the true understanding and perfection of all holy writ ; that it seemeth open heresy to say that the Gospel with his truth and freedom sufficeth not to 1 For this noble labor , which he completed in 1380 , he received abuse without ...
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... hath piercéd to the rote , And bathed every vein in such licoúr , Of which virtúe engendred is the flow'r ; When Zephirus eké , with his soté3 breath , Inspiréd hath in every holt and heath The tender croppés , and the youngé sun Hath ...
... hath piercéd to the rote , And bathed every vein in such licoúr , Of which virtúe engendred is the flow'r ; When Zephirus eké , with his soté3 breath , Inspiréd hath in every holt and heath The tender croppés , and the youngé sun Hath ...
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... hath holpen when that they were sick . Befell that in that season on a day , In Southwark at the Tabard ' as I lay , Ready to wenden2 on my pilgrimage To Canterbury with devout courage ; At night was come into that hostelry Well nine ...
... hath holpen when that they were sick . Befell that in that season on a day , In Southwark at the Tabard ' as I lay , Ready to wenden2 on my pilgrimage To Canterbury with devout courage ; At night was come into that hostelry Well nine ...
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... hath his bow forgot , Although my lute and I have done . Vengeance may fall on thy disdain , That makest but game of earnest pain . Trow not alone under the sun , Unquit to cause thy lover's plain , Although my lute and I have done ...
... hath his bow forgot , Although my lute and I have done . Vengeance may fall on thy disdain , That makest but game of earnest pain . Trow not alone under the sun , Unquit to cause thy lover's plain , Although my lute and I have done ...
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... hath such brackish joys . In hidden place so let my days forth pass ; That when my years be done withouten noise , I may die aged , after the common trace : For him death grip'th right hard by the crop , That is much known of other ...
... hath such brackish joys . In hidden place so let my days forth pass ; That when my years be done withouten noise , I may die aged , after the common trace : For him death grip'th right hard by the crop , That is much known of other ...
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Addison admirable beauty Ben Jonson better blessing born called character Charles II Chaucer Christian church Comus death delight divine doth earth Edinburgh Review England English English language English Poetry excellent eyes Faerie Queene fair fame fancy father fear flowers genius give grace hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven holy honor hope human John Bunyan John Milton king knowledge labor Lady language learning light live look Lord Lycidas manner Milton mind moral morning nature never night noble o'er Paradise Lost passion person pleasure poem poet poetical poetry poor Pope praise prince prose religion rich says Scripture shade Shakspeare song soon soul spirit style sweet taste Tatler thee things Thomas Warton thou thought tion truth unto verse Virgil virtue Westminster school word writing
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الصفحة 597 - Th' applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes Their lot forbade ; nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind...
الصفحة 163 - To spend too much time in studies is sloth ; to use them too much for ornament is affectation; to make judgment wholly by their rules is the humor of a scholar. They perfect nature and are perfected by experience...
الصفحة 137 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes...
الصفحة 259 - 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-labor, light denied ?
الصفحة 363 - If a brother or sister be naked, and destitute of daily food, and one of you say unto them, Depart in peace, be ye warmed and filled ; notwithstanding ye give them not those things which are needful to the body; what doth it profit?
الصفحة 598 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
الصفحة 316 - 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. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee: How small...
الصفحة 721 - It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the Queen of France, then the dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision. I saw her just above the horizon, decorating and cheering the elevated sphere she just began to move in — glittering like the morning star, full of life, and splendor, and joy.
الصفحة 135 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
الصفحة 254 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung...