English Writers: An Attempt Towards a History of English Literature, Volumen11Cassell, limited, 1892 |
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... Close , seems to have been the origin of Dean Nowell's regard to the Spensers as poor kinsfolk . Lawrence of Filley Close had two sons , Ellis and Lawrence . He was himself alive in 1569 , and may be the Lawrence who was buried at ...
... Close , seems to have been the origin of Dean Nowell's regard to the Spensers as poor kinsfolk . Lawrence of Filley Close had two sons , Ellis and Lawrence . He was himself alive in 1569 , and may be the Lawrence who was buried at ...
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... close of the year before that in which Spenser was married . It is known that he was married in 1594 ; the sonnet , therefore , was written at the end of the year 1593. The sixty - second sonnet is on New TO A.D. 1594. ] 5 EDMUND ...
... close of the year before that in which Spenser was married . It is known that he was married in 1594 ; the sonnet , therefore , was written at the end of the year 1593. The sixty - second sonnet is on New TO A.D. 1594. ] 5 EDMUND ...
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... close following of Bembo and other Italians , who exalted above all things the Ciceronian style . He had received an impulse to the appreciation of individuality in other authors from the reading of Jean Sambuc's " Cicero- nianus . " He ...
... close following of Bembo and other Italians , who exalted above all things the Ciceronian style . He had received an impulse to the appreciation of individuality in other authors from the reading of Jean Sambuc's " Cicero- nianus . " He ...
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... close by , the university paid homage to the queen on that occasion . Gabriel Harvey , being a Saffron Walden man , made much of the event . When the great scholar , Sir Thomas Smith - who was of Saffron Walden and a kinsman , who had ...
... close by , the university paid homage to the queen on that occasion . Gabriel Harvey , being a Saffron Walden man , made much of the event . When the great scholar , Sir Thomas Smith - who was of Saffron Walden and a kinsman , who had ...
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... close of the fifteenth century , pastoral writing came into high favour in Italy , and established itself during the earlier half of the sixteenth century in Spain and France . ‡ In England , Alexander Barclay § with his eclogues ...
... close of the fifteenth century , pastoral writing came into high favour in Italy , and established itself during the earlier half of the sixteenth century in Spain and France . ‡ In England , Alexander Barclay § with his eclogues ...
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Página 140 - Leave me, O Love, which reachest but to dust ; And thou, my mind, aspire to higher things ; Grow rich in that which never taketh rust ; Whatever fades, but fading pleasure brings.
Página 257 - Why this is hell, nor am I out of it : Think'st thou that I who saw the face of God, And tasted the eternal joys of Heaven, Am not tormented with ten thousand hells, In being deprived of everlasting bliss ? O Faustus!
Página 135 - I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet...
Página 385 - Or call up him that left half told The story of Cambuscan bold, Of Camball, and of Algarsife, And who had Canace to wife, That own'd the virtuous ring and glass, And of the wondrous horse of brass, On which the Tartar king did ride...
Página 259 - Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burned is Apollo's laurel bough, That sometime grew within this learned man. Faustus is gone : regard his hellish fall, Whose fiendful fortune may exhort the wise Only to wonder at unlawful things, Whose deepness doth entice such forward wits To practise more than heavenly power permits.
Página 438 - At length they all to merry London came, To merry London, my most kindly nurse, That to me gave this life's first native source; Though from another place I take my name, An house of ancient fame: There when they came, whereas those bricky tower? The which on Thames...
Página 250 - From jigging veins of rhyming mother wits And such conceits as clownage keeps in pay, We'll lead you to the stately tent of war Where you shall hear the Scythian Tamburlaine Threatening the world with high astounding terms And scourging kingdoms with his conquering sword.
Página 259 - Mountains and hills, come, come, and fall on me, And hide me from the heavy wrath of God ! No, no.
Página 148 - MY mind to me a kingdom is ; Such present joys therein I find, That it excels all other bliss That earth affords or grows by kind: Though much I want that most would have, Yet still my mind forbids to crave. No princely pomp, no wealthy store, No force to win the victory, No wily wit to salve a sore, No shape to feed a loving eye; To none of these I yield as thrall ; For why ? my mind doth serve for all.
Página 202 - At cards for kisses — Cupid paid ; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows ; Loses them too ; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing...