Chambers's Cyclopaedia of English Literature: A History Critical and Biographical of Authors in the English Tongue from the Earliest Times Till the Present Day, with Specimens of Their Writing, Volume 1W. & R. Chambers, 1901 |
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Pagina 57
... kyng hath no better ; Alle hir fyve fyngres were fretted with rynges , ornamented Of the preciousest perre that prince wered evere ; jewellery In red scarlet she rod , i - rybaunt with gold ; Ther n'is no qweene qweynter that quik is ...
... kyng hath no better ; Alle hir fyve fyngres were fretted with rynges , ornamented Of the preciousest perre that prince wered evere ; jewellery In red scarlet she rod , i - rybaunt with gold ; Ther n'is no qweene qweynter that quik is ...
Pagina 68
... kyng this cursed lettre sente , And Custance , with a deedly palė face , The ferthe day toward the ship she wente ; But nathélees she taketh in good entente The wyl of Crist , and knelynge on the stronde , She seydė , ' Lord , ay ...
... kyng this cursed lettre sente , And Custance , with a deedly palė face , The ferthe day toward the ship she wente ; But nathélees she taketh in good entente The wyl of Crist , and knelynge on the stronde , She seydė , ' Lord , ay ...
Pagina 84
... kyng that was in prisoun , thre bisshoppes , thre erles , tweye barours , two abbottes and two justices , forto resigne to the kyng that was thoo in warde the homage that was i - made to hym somtyme , for they wolde no lenger have hym ...
... kyng that was in prisoun , thre bisshoppes , thre erles , tweye barours , two abbottes and two justices , forto resigne to the kyng that was thoo in warde the homage that was i - made to hym somtyme , for they wolde no lenger have hym ...
Pagina 90
... Kyng , John Wiclef , the orgon of the devel , the enmy of the Cherch , the confusion of men , the ydol of heresie , the meroure of ypocrisie , the norischer of scisme , be the rithful dome [ judgment ] of God , was smet with a horibil ...
... Kyng , John Wiclef , the orgon of the devel , the enmy of the Cherch , the confusion of men , the ydol of heresie , the meroure of ypocrisie , the norischer of scisme , be the rithful dome [ judgment ] of God , was smet with a horibil ...
Pagina 91
... kyng ther askith neuer subsidie off is nobles , ffor drede that yff he charged hem so , hai wolde confedre with the commons , and perauentur putt hym doune . But owre commons be riche , and thefore thai give to thair kynge , at somme ...
... kyng ther askith neuer subsidie off is nobles , ffor drede that yff he charged hem so , hai wolde confedre with the commons , and perauentur putt hym doune . But owre commons be riche , and thefore thai give to thair kynge , at somme ...
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Chambers's Cyclopaedia of English Literature: A History Critical ..., Volume 1 Robert Chambers Volledige weergave - 1903 |
Chambers's Cyclopaedia of English Literature: A History Critical ..., Volume 1 Robert Chambers Volledige weergave - 1903 |
Chambers's Cyclopaedia of English Literature: A History Critical ..., Volume 1 Robert Chambers Volledige weergave - 1901 |
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Populaire passages
Pagina 368 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves ; And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms...
Pagina 356 - This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands, — This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed, and famous by their birth...
Pagina 362 - Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied : for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted the sooner it wears.
Pagina 368 - Dis's waggon! daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
Pagina 355 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself...
Pagina 358 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Pagina 349 - A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull, Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold. ' A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Pagina 362 - A made a finer end, and went away, an it had been any christom child ; 'a parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide : for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers...
Pagina 349 - 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 408 - And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines ! Which were so richly spun, and woven so fit, As, since, she will vouchsafe no other wit. The merry Greek, tart Aristophanes, Neat Terence, witty Plautus, now not please ; But antiquated and deserted lie, As they were not of nature's family. Yet must I not give nature all ; thy art, My gentle SHAKESPEARE, must enjoy a part.