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, Volumen1W. & R. Chambers, 1901 |
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... tell its story . I was hewed down in the holt , and wrought into shape , and set on a hill , and the Lord of all folk hastened to mount on me , the Hero who would save the world . Nails pierced me ; I was drenched with the Hero's blood ...
... tell its story . I was hewed down in the holt , and wrought into shape , and set on a hill , and the Lord of all folk hastened to mount on me , the Hero who would save the world . Nails pierced me ; I was drenched with the Hero's blood ...
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... tell him the cause of his grief . Perhaps a little before , perhaps a little after , the Dethe of Blaunche the Duchesse , Chaucer translated from the French of Guillaume de Deguilleville a hymn to the Blessed Virgin , in which the ...
... tell him the cause of his grief . Perhaps a little before , perhaps a little after , the Dethe of Blaunche the Duchesse , Chaucer translated from the French of Guillaume de Deguilleville a hymn to the Blessed Virgin , in which the ...
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... tell two tales on the way to Canter- bury and two on the return journey , and that the teller of the best tale should be rewarded by a supper at the cost of the rest . In the morning , when they reach the halting - place known as the ...
... tell two tales on the way to Canter- bury and two on the return journey , and that the teller of the best tale should be rewarded by a supper at the cost of the rest . In the morning , when they reach the halting - place known as the ...
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... tell her babe that she would With al min hotè besinesse Ordeigne me for thilke office , and there is no line in his version of the exquisite simplicity of Chaucer's ' Pees , litel sone , I wol do thee noon harm , ' but it would be ...
... tell her babe that she would With al min hotè besinesse Ordeigne me for thilke office , and there is no line in his version of the exquisite simplicity of Chaucer's ' Pees , litel sone , I wol do thee noon harm , ' but it would be ...
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... tell us the vices which a gentleman must especially eschew : Ther be ix . vices contrary to gentilmen . - Ther ben ix . vices contrari to gentilmen , of the wiche v . ben in- determynable and iiii . determynable . The v . indetermyn ...
... tell us the vices which a gentleman must especially eschew : Ther be ix . vices contrary to gentilmen . - Ther ben ix . vices contrari to gentilmen , of the wiche v . ben in- determynable and iiii . determynable . The v . indetermyn ...
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Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.