English Writers: An Attempt Towards a History of English Literature, Volumen11Cassell, limited, 1892 |
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... learned poet Publius Nasò in English verse , set out and translated by George Turbervile gentleman , with Aulus Sabinus answer to certain of the same . " Six of the epistles are in blank verse , the others in septenars . In the same ...
... learned poet Publius Nasò in English verse , set out and translated by George Turbervile gentleman , with Aulus Sabinus answer to certain of the same . " Six of the epistles are in blank verse , the others in septenars . In the same ...
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... learned head , I soon would learn these woods to wail my woe , And teach the trees their trickling tears to shed . " * * The structure of this eight - lined stanza illustrates what I have said of the variety of measure in " The ...
... learned head , I soon would learn these woods to wail my woe , And teach the trees their trickling tears to shed . " * * The structure of this eight - lined stanza illustrates what I have said of the variety of measure in " The ...
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... learned , not to say pedantic , gloss , according to the fashion of the critics in his day ; this would be welcome to the polite reader , such as he then was . It was pleasant also to the poet that there would go with his verse the ...
... learned , not to say pedantic , gloss , according to the fashion of the critics in his day ; this would be welcome to the polite reader , such as he then was . It was pleasant also to the poet that there would go with his verse the ...
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... learned philosophers and pro- found clerks . Would to God you were one of their men but a se'nnight . I doubt not but you would swear ere Sunday next that there was not the like woful and miserable creatures to be found within the ...
... learned philosophers and pro- found clerks . Would to God you were one of their men but a se'nnight . I doubt not but you would swear ere Sunday next that there was not the like woful and miserable creatures to be found within the ...
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... the works of Clement Marot . went to the schools again in 1543 , and after his father's death , in June , 1544 , Ronsard placed himself under the He tuition of the learned Jean Dorat , who was also 86 [ A.D. 1558 ENGLISH WRITERS . Ronsard.
... the works of Clement Marot . went to the schools again in 1543 , and after his father's death , in June , 1544 , Ronsard placed himself under the He tuition of the learned Jean Dorat , who was also 86 [ A.D. 1558 ENGLISH WRITERS . Ronsard.
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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...