The History of English Poetry: From the Close of the Eleventh Century to the Commencement of the Eighteenth Century. To which are Prefixed, Three Dissertations: 1. Of the Origin of Romantic Fiction in Europe. 2. On the Introduction of Learning Into England. 3. On the Gesta Romanorum, Volume 3 |
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... common sense and the nature of things , the propriety and expediency of those formalities would have been much more easily and more clearly demonstrated . To these inconveniencies we must add , that the com- mon ecclesiastical ...
... common sense and the nature of things , the propriety and expediency of those formalities would have been much more easily and more clearly demonstrated . To these inconveniencies we must add , that the com- mon ecclesiastical ...
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... common in other castles , and means the principal tower , of the greatest strength and defence . MAIDEN is a cor- ruption of the old French Magne , or Mayne , great . Thus Maidenhead ( properly May- denhithe ) in Berkshire , signifies ...
... common in other castles , and means the principal tower , of the greatest strength and defence . MAIDEN is a cor- ruption of the old French Magne , or Mayne , great . Thus Maidenhead ( properly May- denhithe ) in Berkshire , signifies ...
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... common mistake , that he died abroad of the plague in an embassy to Charles the Fifth . Being sent to conduct that emperor's embassador from Falmouth to London , from too eager and a needless desire of executing his commission with ...
... common mistake , that he died abroad of the plague in an embassy to Charles the Fifth . Being sent to conduct that emperor's embassador from Falmouth to London , from too eager and a needless desire of executing his commission with ...
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... common and fantastic . But he adds an image which is new , and has much nature and sentiment , although not well expressed . The hugy okes have rored in the winde , Eche thing , methought , complayning in theyr kinde . This is a touch ...
... common and fantastic . But he adds an image which is new , and has much nature and sentiment , although not well expressed . The hugy okes have rored in the winde , Eche thing , methought , complayning in theyr kinde . This is a touch ...
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... common sort ) Of outward thinges that judge , in their entent , Without regarde what inward doth resort . I graunt sometime of glory that the fire Doth touch my heart . Me list not to report Blame by honour , nor honour to desire . But ...
... common sort ) Of outward thinges that judge , in their entent , Without regarde what inward doth resort . I graunt sometime of glory that the fire Doth touch my heart . Me list not to report Blame by honour , nor honour to desire . But ...
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Page 179 - I cannot eat but little meat, My stomach is not good ; But sure I think, that I can drink With him that wears a hood...
Page 35 - The turtle to her make hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings; The fishes...
Page 193 - And first within the porch and jaws of Hell Sat deep Remorse of Conscience, all besprent With tears: and to herself oft would she tell Her wretchedness, and cursing never stent...
Page 204 - Served only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell...
Page 373 - In our forefathers tyme, whan Papistrie, as a standyng poole, couered and ouerflowed all England, fewe bookes were read in our tong, sauyng certaine bookes of Cheualrie, as they sayd, for pastime and pleasure, which, as some say, were made in Monasteries, by idle Monkes or wanton Chanons: as 'one for example, Morte Arthure...
Page 197 - With, visage grim, stern looks, and blackly hued; In his right hand a naked sword he had, That to the hilts was all with blood imbrued; And in his left, that kings and kingdoms rued, Famine and fire he held, and therewithal He razed towns and threw down towers and all.
Page 125 - But canst Thou, tender Maid, canst Thou sustain Afflictive Want, or Hunger's pressing Pain ? Those Limbs, in Lawn and softest Silk array'd, From Sun-beams guarded, and of Winds afraid ; Can they bear angry JOVE ? Can they resist The parching Dog-star, and the bleak North-East ? When...
Page 221 - Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York ; And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths ; Our bruised arms hung up for monuments ; Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Page 180 - I love no roast but a nut-brown toast, And a crab laid in the fire ; A little bread shall do me stead; Much bread I not desire. No frost nor snow, no wind, I trow, Can hurt me if I wold ; I am so wrapped and thoroughly lapped Of jolly good ale and old.
Page 43 - Then shalt thou know beauty but lent, And wish and want as I have done. Now cease, my lute, this is the last 'Labour, that thou and I shall waste ; And ended is that we begun : Now is this song both sung and past ; My lute, be still, for I have done.