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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... poem . The Merry Devil of Edmonton . Other minor Poets of the Reign of Henry the Eighth ............... SECTION XLII . John Heywood the Epigrammatist . His Works examined . Ancient un- published burlesque Poem of Sir Penny 72 84 SECTION ...
... poem . The Merry Devil of Edmonton . Other minor Poets of the Reign of Henry the Eighth ............... SECTION XLII . John Heywood the Epigrammatist . His Works examined . Ancient un- published burlesque Poem of Sir Penny 72 84 SECTION ...
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... poets , his supposed masters , especially Petrarch . Surrey's sentiments are for the most part natural and unaffected ... poem above mentioned , in which he laments his imprisonment in Windsor Castle . But it is rather an elegy than a ...
... poets , his supposed masters , especially Petrarch . Surrey's sentiments are for the most part natural and unaffected ... poem above mentioned , in which he laments his imprisonment in Windsor Castle . But it is rather an elegy than a ...
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... poem , professedly written in imitation of the Iliad , without either rhyme , or the usual machineries of the Gothic romance . Trissino's design was to destroy the TERZA RIMA of Dante . We do not , however , find , whether it be from ...
... poem , professedly written in imitation of the Iliad , without either rhyme , or the usual machineries of the Gothic romance . Trissino's design was to destroy the TERZA RIMA of Dante . We do not , however , find , whether it be from ...
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... poetic style . But Wyat , although sufficiently distinguished from the common versifiers of his age , is confessedly ... poem , in one of the Harrington MSS . dated 1564 , is ascribed to viscount Rochford , for an ac- My Lute awake ...
... poetic style . But Wyat , although sufficiently distinguished from the common versifiers of his age , is confessedly ... poem , in one of the Harrington MSS . dated 1564 , is ascribed to viscount Rochford , for an ac- My Lute awake ...
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... poems are extant in the PARADISE of Dainty DevISES ; and , instead of the rudeness of Skelton , they have a ... poem , beginning 1 lothe that I did love , with this title : " A dyttye or sonet made by the lord Vaus , in the time ...
... poems are extant in the PARADISE of Dainty DevISES ; and , instead of the rudeness of Skelton , they have a ... poem , beginning 1 lothe that I did love , with this title : " A dyttye or sonet made by the lord Vaus , in the time ...
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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...
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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.