Cyclopaedia of English Literature: First period, from the earliest times to 1400Robert Chambers Gould, Kendall and Lincoln, 1847 |
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... withouten lees , And on their knees ' gan fall ; And said , ' Sire , the king of Tars Of wicked words is not scarce , Heathen hound he doth thee call ; And ere his daughter he give thee till Thine heart - blood he will spill , And thy ...
... withouten lees , And on their knees ' gan fall ; And said , ' Sire , the king of Tars Of wicked words is not scarce , Heathen hound he doth thee call ; And ere his daughter he give thee till Thine heart - blood he will spill , And thy ...
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... Withouten baked meat never was his house , Of fish and flesh , and that so plenteous ; It snowed in his house of meat and drink . This character is a fine picture of the wealthy rural Englishman , and it shows how much of enjoyment and ...
... Withouten baked meat never was his house , Of fish and flesh , and that so plenteous ; It snowed in his house of meat and drink . This character is a fine picture of the wealthy rural Englishman , and it shows how much of enjoyment and ...
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... Withouten bake mete never was his hous , Of fish and flesh , and that so plenteous , It snewed in his hous of mete and drinke , Of alle deintees that men coud of thinke . After the sondry sesons of the yere , So changed he his mete and ...
... Withouten bake mete never was his hous , Of fish and flesh , and that so plenteous , It snewed in his hous of mete and drinke , Of alle deintees that men coud of thinke . After the sondry sesons of the yere , So changed he his mete and ...
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... withouten any company . Farewell my sweet - farewell mine Emily ! And softe take me in your armes tway For love of God , and hearkeneth what I say . ' I have here with my cousin Palamon Had strife and rancour many a day agone For love ...
... withouten any company . Farewell my sweet - farewell mine Emily ! And softe take me in your armes tway For love of God , and hearkeneth what I say . ' I have here with my cousin Palamon Had strife and rancour many a day agone For love ...
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... withouten wordés mo . He hath a thousand slain this pestilence ; And , master , ere ye come in his presence , Me thinketh that it were full necessary For to beware of such an adversary : Be ready for to meet him evermore ; Thus taughté ...
... withouten wordés mo . He hath a thousand slain this pestilence ; And , master , ere ye come in his presence , Me thinketh that it were full necessary For to beware of such an adversary : Be ready for to meet him evermore ; Thus taughté ...
Términos y frases comunes
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Pasajes populares
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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!