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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... earl Surrey , with a mistress perhaps as beautiful as Laura , and at least with Petrarch's passion if not his taste , led the way to great im- provements in English poetry , by a happy imitation of Petrarch , and other Italian poets ...
... earl Surrey , with a mistress perhaps as beautiful as Laura , and at least with Petrarch's passion if not his taste , led the way to great im- provements in English poetry , by a happy imitation of Petrarch , and other Italian poets ...
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... earl accompanied his noble friend and fellow - pupil into France , where they received king Henry , on his arrival at Calais to visit Francis the First , with a most magnificent retinue . The friendship of these two young noblemen was ...
... earl accompanied his noble friend and fellow - pupil into France , where they received king Henry , on his arrival at Calais to visit Francis the First , with a most magnificent retinue . The friendship of these two young noblemen was ...
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... earl of Kildare in the reign of Henry the Eighth , married a second wife , Margaret daughter of Thomas Gray , marquis of Dorset : by whom he had three daughters , Margaret , Elisabeth , and Cicely . Margaret was born deaf and dumb ; and ...
... earl of Kildare in the reign of Henry the Eighth , married a second wife , Margaret daughter of Thomas Gray , marquis of Dorset : by whom he had three daughters , Margaret , Elisabeth , and Cicely . Margaret was born deaf and dumb ; and ...
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... earl first beheld this lady at the palace of Hunsdon , yet , as we further learn from the sonnet , he was first struck with her incomparable beauty , and his passion commenced , at Hampton - court . Hampton me taught to wish her first ...
... earl first beheld this lady at the palace of Hunsdon , yet , as we further learn from the sonnet , he was first struck with her incomparable beauty , and his passion commenced , at Hampton - court . Hampton me taught to wish her first ...
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... earl vic- torioush . The shield which he presented to the duke before the tour- nament began , is exhibited in Vertue's valuable plate of the Arundel family , and was actually in the possession of the late duke of Norfolk ' . These ...
... earl vic- torioush . The shield which he presented to the duke before the tour- nament began , is exhibited in Vertue's valuable plate of the Arundel family , and was actually in the possession of the late duke of Norfolk ' . These ...
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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.