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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... Thee for Thy great mercy , and for the token of the holy rood , and for the maidenhood of St Mary , and for the obedience of St Michael , and for all the love of Thy holy saints and their worthiness , that Thou guide me better than I ...
... Thee for Thy great mercy , and for the token of the holy rood , and for the maidenhood of St Mary , and for the obedience of St Michael , and for all the love of Thy holy saints and their worthiness , that Thou guide me better than I ...
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... thee ; I believe from God it comes ! ' Repentance of Adam and Eve . ' Thou mayst it reproach me , Adam , my beloved , In these words of thine ; yet it may not worse repent thee , Rue thee in thy mind , than it rueth me in heart . ' Then ...
... thee ; I believe from God it comes ! ' Repentance of Adam and Eve . ' Thou mayst it reproach me , Adam , my beloved , In these words of thine ; yet it may not worse repent thee , Rue thee in thy mind , than it rueth me in heart . ' Then ...
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... thee liste , And gette thee a new wife . Noah . Shem , sonne , lo ! thy mother is wrawe . Forsooth swich another I do not knawe . Shem . Father , I shall fett her in , I trawe Withouten any faile . Mother , my father after thee sende ...
... thee liste , And gette thee a new wife . Noah . Shem , sonne , lo ! thy mother is wrawe . Forsooth swich another I do not knawe . Shem . Father , I shall fett her in , I trawe Withouten any faile . Mother , my father after thee sende ...
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... thee to Christ and thee clean make , For ever is [ He ] polished as plain as the pearl itself . The latter , which has 531 lines , enforces the duty of patience by the story , not of Job , but of Jonah . Both poems rise far above the ...
... thee to Christ and thee clean make , For ever is [ He ] polished as plain as the pearl itself . The latter , which has 531 lines , enforces the duty of patience by the story , not of Job , but of Jonah . Both poems rise far above the ...
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... thee , That thou hast lyked me thus to rescowe ; And oon avow to Love I wol avowe , That al this May I wol thy ... thee under full light reules and naked wordes in Englisshe , for Latyn canst thou yit but small , my litel sone . But ...
... thee , That thou hast lyked me thus to rescowe ; And oon avow to Love I wol avowe , That al this May I wol thy ... thee under full light reules and naked wordes in Englisshe , for Latyn canst thou yit but small , my litel sone . But ...
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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.