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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... song . Gammer Gurton's Needle 157 167 SECTION XLVIII . Reign of queen Mary . Mirrour for Magistrates . Its inventor , Sackville lord Buckhurst . His life . Mirrour for Magistrates continued by Bald- wyn and Ferrers . Its plan and ...
... song . Gammer Gurton's Needle 157 167 SECTION XLVIII . Reign of queen Mary . Mirrour for Magistrates . Its inventor , Sackville lord Buckhurst . His life . Mirrour for Magistrates continued by Bald- wyn and Ferrers . Its plan and ...
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... songs ..................... .. SECTION LIII . Tusser . Remarkable circumstances of his life . His Husbandrie , one of our ... Song . Censured by Hall the satirist . Religious rhymers . Edward More . Boy - bishop , and miracle - plays ...
... songs ..................... .. SECTION LIII . Tusser . Remarkable circumstances of his life . His Husbandrie , one of our ... Song . Censured by Hall the satirist . Religious rhymers . Edward More . Boy - bishop , and miracle - plays ...
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... song . What holy grave , what worthy sepulchre , To Wiattes Psalmes should Christians then purchase ? Where he doth paint the lyvely faith and pure ; The stedfast hope , the sweete returne to grace Of just David by perfite penitence ...
... song . What holy grave , what worthy sepulchre , To Wiattes Psalmes should Christians then purchase ? Where he doth paint the lyvely faith and pure ; The stedfast hope , the sweete returne to grace Of just David by perfite penitence ...
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... song Print in your hart some parcel of my tene1 . For I , alas , in silence all too long , Of mine old hurt yet fele the wound but grene . Surrey's talents , which are commonly supposed to have been confined to sentiment and amorous ...
... song Print in your hart some parcel of my tene1 . For I , alas , in silence all too long , Of mine old hurt yet fele the wound but grene . Surrey's talents , which are commonly supposed to have been confined to sentiment and amorous ...
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... song is sung and past , My lute be still , for I have done . As to be heard where care is none , As leade to grave in marble stone ; My song may pearse her hart as sone . Should we then sigh , or sing , or mone ? No , no , my lute , for ...
... song is sung and past , My lute be still , for I have done . As to be heard where care is none , As leade to grave in marble stone ; My song may pearse her hart as sone . Should we then sigh , or sing , or mone ? No , no , my lute , for ...
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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.