Chambers's Cyclopaedia of English Literature: A History Critical and Biographical of Authors in the English Tongue from the Earliest Times Till the Present Day, with Specimens of Their Writing, Volume 1W. & R. Chambers, 1901 - Authors, English |
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... Thomas North and Philemon Holland , Florio and Zachary Boyd , Gervase Markham and Kenelm Digby , William Prynne and Samuel Rutherford . Thomas Cam- pion , who had been forgotten by the world , is now in his rightful place ; Aubrey ...
... Thomas North and Philemon Holland , Florio and Zachary Boyd , Gervase Markham and Kenelm Digby , William Prynne and Samuel Rutherford . Thomas Cam- pion , who had been forgotten by the world , is now in his rightful place ; Aubrey ...
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... THOMAS LINACRE 120 ' SIR TRISTREM ' 43 WILLIAM LILLY 120 HAVELOK THE DANE ' 44 JOHN COLET 120 ... ' KING HORN ' 45 SIR THOMAS MORE 121 MIRACLE - PLAYS 45 WILLIAM ROPER 125 HARROWING OF HELL ' 45 JOHN FISHER 126 THE CURSOR MUNDI ' 46 SIR ...
... THOMAS LINACRE 120 ' SIR TRISTREM ' 43 WILLIAM LILLY 120 HAVELOK THE DANE ' 44 JOHN COLET 120 ... ' KING HORN ' 45 SIR THOMAS MORE 121 MIRACLE - PLAYS 45 WILLIAM ROPER 125 HARROWING OF HELL ' 45 JOHN FISHER 126 THE CURSOR MUNDI ' 46 SIR ...
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... THOMAS CHURCHYARD ANDREW OF WYNTOUN THOMAS PHAER JOHN FORDUN SIR THOMAS CHALONER WALTER BOWER ARTHUR GOLDING ' THE KING'S QUAIR ' AND JAMES I. LITERARY CRITICISM BLIND HARRY ... WILLIAM WEBBE SCOTTISH FIFTEENTH - CENTURY PROSE STEPHEN ...
... THOMAS CHURCHYARD ANDREW OF WYNTOUN THOMAS PHAER JOHN FORDUN SIR THOMAS CHALONER WALTER BOWER ARTHUR GOLDING ' THE KING'S QUAIR ' AND JAMES I. LITERARY CRITICISM BLIND HARRY ... WILLIAM WEBBE SCOTTISH FIFTEENTH - CENTURY PROSE STEPHEN ...
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... THOMAS Dekker THOMAS CAREW JOHN WEBSTER WILLIAM STRODE CYRIL TOURNEUR THOMAS HEYWOOD WILLIAM HABINGTON . THOMAS RANDOLPH ROBERT BURTON JAMES USSHER JOHN CHALKHILL JAMES HOWELL JOHN EARLE SIR THOMAS OVERBURY EDWARD FAIRFAX PHINEAS AND ...
... THOMAS Dekker THOMAS CAREW JOHN WEBSTER WILLIAM STRODE CYRIL TOURNEUR THOMAS HEYWOOD WILLIAM HABINGTON . THOMAS RANDOLPH ROBERT BURTON JAMES USSHER JOHN CHALKHILL JAMES HOWELL JOHN EARLE SIR THOMAS OVERBURY EDWARD FAIRFAX PHINEAS AND ...
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... THOMAS GOODWIN JOHN OWEN JOHN HOWE JOHN FLAVEL SIR WILLIAM TEMPLE THE MARQUIS OF HALIFAX ISAAC BARROW ... THOMAS D'URFEY ... THOMAS FLATMAN RICHARD FLECKNOE ... JOHN TATHAM ROGER BOYLE SIR ROBERT HOWARD ... JOHN WILSON ... THE DUKE OF ...
... THOMAS GOODWIN JOHN OWEN JOHN HOWE JOHN FLAVEL SIR WILLIAM TEMPLE THE MARQUIS OF HALIFAX ISAAC BARROW ... THOMAS D'URFEY ... THOMAS FLATMAN RICHARD FLECKNOE ... JOHN TATHAM ROGER BOYLE SIR ROBERT HOWARD ... JOHN WILSON ... THE DUKE OF ...
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Page 368 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves ; And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms...
Page 356 - This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands, — This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed, and famous by their birth...
Page 362 - Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied : for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted the sooner it wears.
Page 368 - Dis's waggon! daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
Page 355 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself...
Page 358 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Page 349 - A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull, Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold. ' A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Page 362 - A made a finer end, and went away, an it had been any christom child ; 'a parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide : for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers...
Page 349 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten: In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be thy love.
Page 408 - And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines ! Which were so richly spun, and woven so fit, As, since, she will vouchsafe no other wit. The merry Greek, tart Aristophanes, Neat Terence, witty Plautus, now not please ; But antiquated and deserted lie, As they were not of nature's family. Yet must I not give nature all ; thy art, My gentle SHAKESPEARE, must enjoy a part.