The History of English Poetry: From the Close of the Eleventh Century to the Commencement of the Eighteenth Century. To which are Prefixed, Three Dissertations: 1. Of the Origin of Romantic Fiction in Europe. 2. On the Introduction of Learning Into England. 3. On the Gesta Romanorum, Volume 3 |
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... common sense and the nature of things , the propriety and expediency of those formalities would have been much more easily and more clearly demonstrated . To these inconveniencies we must add , that the com- mon ecclesiastical ...
... common sense and the nature of things , the propriety and expediency of those formalities would have been much more easily and more clearly demonstrated . To these inconveniencies we must add , that the com- mon ecclesiastical ...
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... common in other castles , and means the principal tower , of the greatest strength and defence . MAIDEN is a cor- ruption of the old French Magne , or Mayne , great . Thus Maidenhead ( properly May- denhithe ) in Berkshire , signifies ...
... common in other castles , and means the principal tower , of the greatest strength and defence . MAIDEN is a cor- ruption of the old French Magne , or Mayne , great . Thus Maidenhead ( properly May- denhithe ) in Berkshire , signifies ...
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... common mistake , that he died abroad of the plague in an embassy to Charles the Fifth . Being sent to conduct that emperor's embassador from Falmouth to London , from too eager and a needless desire of executing his commission with ...
... common mistake , that he died abroad of the plague in an embassy to Charles the Fifth . Being sent to conduct that emperor's embassador from Falmouth to London , from too eager and a needless desire of executing his commission with ...
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... common and fantastic . But he adds an image which is new , and has much nature and sentiment , although not well expressed . The hugy okes have rored in the winde , Eche thing , methought , complayning in theyr kinde . This is a touch ...
... common and fantastic . But he adds an image which is new , and has much nature and sentiment , although not well expressed . The hugy okes have rored in the winde , Eche thing , methought , complayning in theyr kinde . This is a touch ...
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... common sort ) Of outward thinges that judge , in their entent , Without regarde what inward doth resort . I graunt sometime of glory that the fire Doth touch my heart . Me list not to report Blame by honour , nor honour to desire . But ...
... common sort ) Of outward thinges that judge , in their entent , Without regarde what inward doth resort . I graunt sometime of glory that the fire Doth touch my heart . Me list not to report Blame by honour , nor honour to desire . But ...
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Page 155 - I cannot eat but little meat, My stomach is not good ; But sure I think, that I can drink With him that wears a hood...
Page 169 - 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...
Page 171 - By him, lay heavy SLEEP, the cousin of DEATH, Flat on the ground, and still as any stone, A very corpse, save yielding forth a breath! Small keep took he, whom FORTUNE frowned on ; Or whom she lifted up into the throne Of high renown; but as a living death, So dead-alive, of life he drew the breath!
Page 180 - Served only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell...
Page 341 - In our forefathers tyme, whan Papistrie, as a standyng poole, couered and ouerflowed all England, fewe bookes were read in our tong, sauyng certaine bookes of Cheualrie, as they sayd, for pastime and pleasure, which, as some say, were made in Monasteries, by idle Monkes or wanton Chanons: as 'one for example, Morte Arthure...
Page 173 - With, visage grim, stern looks, 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 197 - 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.
Page 20 - Ed ho in odio me stesso , ed amo altrui : Pascomi di dolor , piangendo rido ; Egualmente mi spiace morte e vita : In questo stato son , Donna , per vui...
Page 156 - I love no roast but a nut-brown toast, And a crab laid in the fire ; A little bread shall do me stead; Much bread I not desire. No frost nor snow, no wind, I trow, Can hurt me if I wold ; I am so wrapped and thoroughly lapped Of jolly good ale and old.
Page 19 - Then shalt thou know beauty but lent, And wish and want as I have done. Now cease, my lute, this is the last 'Labour, that thou and I shall waste ; And ended is that we begun : Now is this song both sung and past ; My lute, be still, for I have done.