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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... doth face Wild Camber's cliffs , furst gave her lively heate : Fostred she was with milke of Irishe brest ; Her sire an earle : her dame of princes blood : From tender yeres in Britain did she rest With a kinges child , who tasteth ...
... doth face Wild Camber's cliffs , furst gave her lively heate : Fostred she was with milke of Irishe brest ; Her sire an earle : her dame of princes blood : From tender yeres in Britain did she rest With a kinges child , who tasteth ...
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... doth chase me from her sight ! But although the earl first beheld this lady at the palace of Hunsdon , yet , as we further learn from the sonnet , he was first struck with her incomparable beauty , and his passion commenced , at Hampton ...
... doth chase me from her sight ! But although the earl first beheld this lady at the palace of Hunsdon , yet , as we further learn from the sonnet , he was first struck with her incomparable beauty , and his passion commenced , at Hampton ...
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... doth my sorrow rewe1 , Returns therto a hollow sounde of playut . Thus I alone , where all my freedom grewe , In pryson pine , with bondage and restraint . And with remembrance of the greater greefe To banish th ' lesse , I finde my ...
... doth my sorrow rewe1 , Returns therto a hollow sounde of playut . Thus I alone , where all my freedom grewe , In pryson pine , with bondage and restraint . And with remembrance of the greater greefe To banish th ' lesse , I finde my ...
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... doth the sunne the candle lyght , Or bryghtest day the darkest nyght . And therto hath a troth as just As had Penelope the faire : For what she sayth , ye may it trust , As it by wryting sealed were : And vertues hath she many moe Than ...
... doth the sunne the candle lyght , Or bryghtest day the darkest nyght . And therto hath a troth as just As had Penelope the faire : For what she sayth , ye may it trust , As it by wryting sealed were : And vertues hath she many moe Than ...
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... doth paint the lyvely faith and pure ; The stedfast hope , the sweete returne to grace Of just David by perfite penitence . Where rulers may see in a mirrour clere The bitter frute of false concupiscence : How Jewry bought Uria's deth ...
... doth paint the lyvely faith and pure ; The stedfast hope , the sweete returne to grace Of just David by perfite penitence . Where rulers may see in a mirrour clere The bitter frute of false concupiscence : How Jewry bought Uria's deth ...
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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!
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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.
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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.