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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... hands might touch the cordes ! With thretning chere , thus slided through our town The subtil tree , to Pallas temple - ward . O native land , Ilion , and of the goddes The mansion place ! O warlik walles of Troy ! Fowr times it stopt ...
... hands might touch the cordes ! With thretning chere , thus slided through our town The subtil tree , to Pallas temple - ward . O native land , Ilion , and of the goddes The mansion place ! O warlik walles of Troy ! Fowr times it stopt ...
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... hand his Will ; Which cause did thee this pining death procure , Ere summers foure tymes seven thou couldst fulfill . Ah , Clere ! if love had booted care or cost , Heaven had not wonne , nor earth so timely lost ! John Clerc , who ...
... hand his Will ; Which cause did thee this pining death procure , Ere summers foure tymes seven thou couldst fulfill . Ah , Clere ! if love had booted care or cost , Heaven had not wonne , nor earth so timely lost ! John Clerc , who ...
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... hand approcheth one Whose face will staine you all . The vertue of her lively lokes Excels the precious stone : I wish to have none other bokes To reade or loke upon . In eche of her two christall eyes Smyleth a naked boye : It would ...
... hand approcheth one Whose face will staine you all . The vertue of her lively lokes Excels the precious stone : I wish to have none other bokes To reade or loke upon . In eche of her two christall eyes Smyleth a naked boye : It would ...
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... hand , and arrowes whet . Then first DESIRE began to scale , And shrouded him under his targe , & c.3 r See Hearne's Avesbury , App . p . 354 . 8 Fol . 71 , 72 . Puttenham speaks more highly of the contrivance of the allegory SECT ...
... hand , and arrowes whet . Then first DESIRE began to scale , And shrouded him under his targe , & c.3 r See Hearne's Avesbury , App . p . 354 . 8 Fol . 71 , 72 . Puttenham speaks more highly of the contrivance of the allegory SECT ...
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... hands Bellone , among The Perses , soweth all kynde of cruel death.— Him smites the club ; him wounds far - striking bow ; And ... hand of Alexander , whom he en- deavours to irritate to an attack , first by throwing darts , and then by ...
... hands Bellone , among The Perses , soweth all kynde of cruel death.— Him smites the club ; him wounds far - striking bow ; And ... hand of Alexander , whom he en- deavours to irritate to an attack , first by throwing darts , and then by ...
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