Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and Biographical, of British Authors, from the Earliest to the Present Times, Volume 1Robert Chambers W. and R. Chambers, 1844 - 4 pagina's |
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Pagina 24
... sing , She saw beasts in their kind , The buck , the doe , the hart , the hind , The males go with the female ; And so began there a quarrel Between love and her own heart , Fro which she could not astart . And as she cast her eye about ...
... sing , She saw beasts in their kind , The buck , the doe , the hart , the hind , The males go with the female ; And so began there a quarrel Between love and her own heart , Fro which she could not astart . And as she cast her eye about ...
Pagina 41
... sing A sang of love , with voice right comfortable , Again ' the orient beamis , amiable , Upon a blissful branch of ... Singing 41 POETS . DUNBAR . ENGLISH LITERATURE . The Muster for the First Crusade, 6 The Merle and Nightingale ...
... sing A sang of love , with voice right comfortable , Again ' the orient beamis , amiable , Upon a blissful branch of ... Singing 41 POETS . DUNBAR . ENGLISH LITERATURE . The Muster for the First Crusade, 6 The Merle and Nightingale ...
Pagina 47
... sing of his lady's unkindness . Blame not my Lute ! for he must sound Of this or that as liketh me ; For lack of wit the Lute is bound To give such tunes as pleaseth me ; Though my songs be somewhat strange , And speak such words as ...
... sing of his lady's unkindness . Blame not my Lute ! for he must sound Of this or that as liketh me ; For lack of wit the Lute is bound To give such tunes as pleaseth me ; Though my songs be somewhat strange , And speak such words as ...
Pagina 51
... sing to her child , that long before had wept . She sighed sore , and sang full sweet , to bring the That would not cease , but cried still , in sucking at babe to rest . her breast . She was full weary of her watch , and grieved with ...
... sing to her child , that long before had wept . She sighed sore , and sang full sweet , to bring the That would not cease , but cried still , in sucking at babe to rest . her breast . She was full weary of her watch , and grieved with ...
Pagina 72
... sing guk guk . The dou9 croutit hyr sad sang that soundit lyik sorrou . 1 Not only . 2 Oversee , rule . 5 Iollow . 3 Singing , ( Fr. ramage ) . 4 A shrill noise . or ravines in the hills . 7 Forced , caused . Robeen and Cloughs , deep ...
... sing guk guk . The dou9 croutit hyr sad sang that soundit lyik sorrou . 1 Not only . 2 Oversee , rule . 5 Iollow . 3 Singing , ( Fr. ramage ) . 4 A shrill noise . or ravines in the hills . 7 Forced , caused . Robeen and Cloughs , deep ...
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Pagina 334 - And ever against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed, and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running; Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony: That Orpheus...
Pagina 326 - Go, lovely rose, Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Pagina 397 - Dragon's teeth; and being sown up and down, may chance to spring up armed men. And yet, on the other hand, unless wariness be used, as good almost kill a man as kill a good book: Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image; but he who destroys a good book, kills reason itself, kills the image of God, as it were in the eye.
Pagina 185 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament — Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read — And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds And dip their napkins...
Pagina 182 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Pagina 338 - Join voices all ye living Souls: Ye Birds, That singing up to Heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep; Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill, or valley, fountain or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Hail universal Lord, be bounteous still To give us only good ; and if the night Have gather'd aught of evil, or conceal'd, Disperse it, as now light dispels...
Pagina 188 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Pagina 336 - Me miserable ! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath and infinite despair? Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep Still threatening to devour me opens wide, To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven.
Pagina 331 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide; 'Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?' I fondly ask: but Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies, 'God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts. Who best Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best: his state Is kingly: thousands...
Pagina 342 - While all flowers and all trees do close To weave the garlands of repose! Fair quiet, have I found thee here, And innocence, thy sister dear? Mistaken long, I sought you then In busy companies of men. Your sacred plants, if here below, Only among the plants will grow; Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So am'rous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress' name; Little, alas, they know or heed, How far...