Cyclopaedia of English Literature: First period, from the earliest times to 1400Robert Chambers Gould, Kendall and Lincoln, 1847 |
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Strana 30
... court had Wallace ' labour seen , Till him rade five , clad into ganand green , And said soon , Scot , Martin's fish we wald have ! ' Wallace meekly again answer him gave . ' It were reason , methink , ye should have part , Waith should ...
... court had Wallace ' labour seen , Till him rade five , clad into ganand green , And said soon , Scot , Martin's fish we wald have ! ' Wallace meekly again answer him gave . ' It were reason , methink , ye should have part , Waith should ...
Strana 38
... Court of Common Pleas , the Court of Chancery , and Westminster Hall . The London Lyckpenny . Within the hall , neither rich , nor yet poor Would do for me ought , although I should die : Which seeing , I gat me out of the door , Where ...
... Court of Common Pleas , the Court of Chancery , and Westminster Hall . The London Lyckpenny . Within the hall , neither rich , nor yet poor Would do for me ought , although I should die : Which seeing , I gat me out of the door , Where ...
Strana 40
... court of James IV . , at the end of the fifteenth and beginning of the six - stand a comparison with any poem in the language . teenth centuries . His works , with the exception of one or two pieces , were confined , for above two cen ...
... court of James IV . , at the end of the fifteenth and beginning of the six - stand a comparison with any poem in the language . teenth centuries . His works , with the exception of one or two pieces , were confined , for above two cen ...
Strana 43
... court of Scotland . ] Ane muirland man , of upland mak , At hame thus to his neighbour spak , What tidings , gossip , peace or weir ? The tother rounit in his ear , I tell you under this confession , But lately lichtit off my meare , I ...
... court of Scotland . ] Ane muirland man , of upland mak , At hame thus to his neighbour spak , What tidings , gossip , peace or weir ? The tother rounit in his ear , I tell you under this confession , But lately lichtit off my meare , I ...
Strana 44
... court of law . 3 Till the gallows stretches him . 5 Get high places in the supreme pying a prominent place in the history of his coun- try , he died of the plague in London in the year 1522. Douglas shines as an allegorical and descrip ...
... court of law . 3 Till the gallows stretches him . 5 Get high places in the supreme pying a prominent place in the history of his coun- try , he died of the plague in London in the year 1522. Douglas shines as an allegorical and descrip ...
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Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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...
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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!
Strana 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!