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... John de Guldevord3 . It is not later than Richard I. The rhymes are multiplied , and remarkably interchanged . Ich was in one fumere dale In one snwe digele hale , And hule and one nightingale . I herde ich hold grete tale , That plait ...
... John de Guldevord3 . It is not later than Richard I. The rhymes are multiplied , and remarkably interchanged . Ich was in one fumere dale In one snwe digele hale , And hule and one nightingale . I herde ich hold grete tale , That plait ...
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... John , a christian , was emperor of India . I find another tract , DE MIRABILIBUS Terræ Sancta . A book of Sir John Mandeville , a famous traveller into the East about the year 1340 , is under the title of Mirabilia Mundi . His ...
... John , a christian , was emperor of India . I find another tract , DE MIRABILIBUS Terræ Sancta . A book of Sir John Mandeville , a famous traveller into the East about the year 1340 , is under the title of Mirabilia Mundi . His ...
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... John a Spaniard ; from thence into Latin by Philip a Frenchman ; at length into English verse by Lidgate : under whom more will be said of it . I think the Latin is dedicated to Theophina , a queen of Spain . 7 Ols rvat . Fairie Queen i ...
... John a Spaniard ; from thence into Latin by Philip a Frenchman ; at length into English verse by Lidgate : under whom more will be said of it . I think the Latin is dedicated to Theophina , a queen of Spain . 7 Ols rvat . Fairie Queen i ...
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... John , and con- sequently about the year 1200 , seems to place the rudiments of his- trionic exhibition , I mean of general subjects , at a much higher period among us than is commonly imagined . It is in these words . ' Nicola ' uxor ...
... John , and con- sequently about the year 1200 , seems to place the rudiments of his- trionic exhibition , I mean of general subjects , at a much higher period among us than is commonly imagined . It is in these words . ' Nicola ' uxor ...
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... John Butler , to watch the fords right , Out from his men of Wallace had a sight ; The mist again to the mountains was gone , To him he rode , where that he made his mone . On loud he speir'd , What art thou walks that gate ? A true man ...
... John Butler , to watch the fords right , Out from his men of Wallace had a sight ; The mist again to the mountains was gone , To him he rode , where that he made his mone . On loud he speir'd , What art thou walks that gate ? A true man ...
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Page 772 - And first within the porch and jaws of Hell Sat deep Remorse of Conscience, all besprent With tears: and to herself oft would she tell Her wretchedness, and cursing never stent...
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Page 744 - And where heretofore there hath been great diversity in saying and singing in churches within this realm, some following Salisbury use, some Hereford use, some the use of Bangor, some of York, and some of Lincoln, now from henceforth all the whole realm shall have but one use.
Page 634 - Italie, and there tasted the sweete and stately measures and stile of the Italian Poesie...
Page 775 - With visage grim, stern look, and blackly hued : In his right hand a naked sword he had, That to the hilts was all with blood imbrued; And in his left (that kings and kingdoms rued) Famine and fire he held, and therewithal He razed towns, and threw down towers and all...
Page 797 - Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York ; And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths ; Our bruised arms hung up for monuments ; Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.