Cyclopaedia of English Literature: First period, from the earliest times to 1400Robert Chambers Gould, Kendall and Lincoln, 1847 |
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Pagina 12
... better , She should not have walked on the welt , it was so threadbare . [ The existing condition of the religious orders is delineated in the following allegorical fashion . It might be supposed that the final lines , in which the ...
... better , She should not have walked on the welt , it was so threadbare . [ The existing condition of the religious orders is delineated in the following allegorical fashion . It might be supposed that the final lines , in which the ...
Pagina 18
... better than his lord pourchace : Ful riche he was ystored privily . His lord wel coude he plesen , subtilly To yeve and lene him of his owen good , And have a thank , and yet a cote and hood . In youth he lerned hadde a good mistere ...
... better than his lord pourchace : Ful riche he was ystored privily . His lord wel coude he plesen , subtilly To yeve and lene him of his owen good , And have a thank , and yet a cote and hood . In youth he lerned hadde a good mistere ...
Pagina 22
... better priest is no where to be found . He waited not on pomp or reverence , Nor made himself a spiced conscience . The lore of Christ and his apostles twelve He taught but , first , he followed it himselve . △ By accident . 9 Storven ...
... better priest is no where to be found . He waited not on pomp or reverence , Nor made himself a spiced conscience . The lore of Christ and his apostles twelve He taught but , first , he followed it himselve . △ By accident . 9 Storven ...
Pagina 23
... better protectión , But shroud them under doubleness . So well fortunéd is their chance , The dice to - turnen up so down , With sice and cinque they can advance , And then by revolution They set a fell conclusión Of lombés , 3 as in ...
... better protectión , But shroud them under doubleness . So well fortunéd is their chance , The dice to - turnen up so down , With sice and cinque they can advance , And then by revolution They set a fell conclusión Of lombés , 3 as in ...
Pagina 34
... better it is to die than for to have such poverty ; and , as the same Solomon saith , Better it is to die of bitter death , than for to liven in such wise . By these reasons that I have said unto you , and by many other reasons that I ...
... better it is to die than for to have such poverty ; and , as the same Solomon saith , Better it is to die of bitter death , than for to liven in such wise . By these reasons that I have said unto you , and by many other reasons that I ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 108 - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Pagina 106 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Pagina 335 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled Dawn doth rise...
Pagina 84 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten,— In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs,— All these in me no means can move To come to thee and be thy love.
Pagina 108 - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat — Come hither, come hither, come hither ! Here shall we see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun, And loves to live i...
Pagina 184 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins: Such harmony is in immortal souls; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we...
Pagina 186 - She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her wagon-spokes made of long spinners...
Pagina 119 - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! Heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtle flame As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life.
Pagina 366 - A present deity! the vaulted roofs rebound! With ravish'd ears The monarch hears, Assumes the god; Aflects to nod And seems to shake the spheres. The praise of Bacchus then the sweet musician sung : Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young: The jolly god in triumph comes ! Sound the trumpets, beat the drums!
Pagina 172 - And then thou must be damn'd perpetually! Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of Heaven, That time may cease, and midnight never come; Fair Nature's eye, rise, rise again and make Perpetual day; or let this hour be but A year, a month, a week, a natural day, That Faustus may repent and save his soul! O lente, lente, currite noctis equi!