English Literature: From the beginnings to the age of Henry VIII, by Richard Garnett

Front Cover

From inside the book

What people are saying - Write a review

We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.

Common terms and phrases

Popular passages

Page 216 - And the Lord said unto Abram, after that Lot was separated from him, 'Lift up now thine eyes, and look from the place where thou art northward, and southward, and eastward, and westward: "for all the land which thou seest, to thee will I give it, and to thy seed for ever.
Page 302 - I dought neither speak to prince or peer, Nor ask of grace from fair ladye.' 'Now hold thy peace!' the lady said, 'For as I say, so must it be.' He has gotten a coat of the even cloth, And a pair of shoes of velvet green ; And till seven years were gane and past, True Thomas on earth was never seen.
Page 304 - Now nay, now nay,' quoth Robin Hood, ' That boon I'll not grant thee ; I never ' hurt ' woman in all my life, Nor man in woman's company.
Page 258 - For herein may be seen noble chivalry, courtesy, humanity, friendliness, hardiness, love, friendship, cowardice, murder, hate, virtue, and sin. Do after the good and leave the evil, and it shall bring you to good fame and renown.
Page 77 - We must now proceed to the two great poems which were produced at the end of the eleventh or beginning of the twelfth century.
Page 305 - He belted on his guid braid sword, And to the field he ran; But he forgot the helmet good, That should have kept his brain. When Percy wi' the Douglas met, I wat he was fu
Page 353 - Toward me, the sweet port of his avail. Alas ! how oft in dreams I see Those eyes that were my food ; Which sometime so delighted me, That yet they do me good...
Page 352 - Where we did strain, trained with swarms of youth, Our tender limbs, that yet shot up in length. The secret groves, which oft we made resound Of pleasant plaint, and of our ladies' praise ; Recording oft what grace each one had found, What hope of speed, what dread of long delays.
Page 288 - Worship all ye that lovers be this May, For of your bliss the kalends are begun, And sing with us, away, winter away, Come, summer come, the sweet season and sun.
Page 308 - I think not nay, but, as ye say, It is no maiden's lore : But love may make me for your sake, As...

Bibliographic information