Cyclopaedia of English Literature: A Selection of the Choicest Productions of English Authors, from the Earliest to the Present Time, Connected by a Critical and Biographical History. Elegantly IllustratedRobert Chambers Gould and Lincoln, 1853 |
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... doth her voice outring ; Right so Cresseide , when that her dread stent , Opened her heart , and told him her intent . The House of Fame , afterwards so richly paraphrased by Pope , contains some bold imagery , and the ro- mantic ...
... doth her voice outring ; Right so Cresseide , when that her dread stent , Opened her heart , and told him her intent . The House of Fame , afterwards so richly paraphrased by Pope , contains some bold imagery , and the ro- mantic ...
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... doth the nightingale : Curteis he was , lowly and servisable ; And carf before his fader at the table . A Yeman hadde he ; and servantes no mo At that time ; for him luste to ride so : And he was cladde in cote and hode of grene ; A ...
... doth the nightingale : Curteis he was , lowly and servisable ; And carf before his fader at the table . A Yeman hadde he ; and servantes no mo At that time ; for him luste to ride so : And he was cladde in cote and hode of grene ; A ...
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... doth them accuse Of any double intentión , To speaké rown , other to muse , 1 To pinch at their conditión , All is but false collusión , I dare right well the soth express , They have no better protectión , But shroud them under ...
... doth them accuse Of any double intentión , To speaké rown , other to muse , 1 To pinch at their conditión , All is but false collusión , I dare right well the soth express , They have no better protectión , But shroud them under ...
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... doth face Wild Camber's cliffs , did give her lively heat : Fostered she was with milk of Irish breast ; Her sire , an earl ; her dame of princes ' blood : From tender years , in Britain she doth rest With king's child , where she ...
... doth face Wild Camber's cliffs , did give her lively heat : Fostered she was with milk of Irish breast ; Her sire , an earl ; her dame of princes ' blood : From tender years , in Britain she doth rest With king's child , where she ...
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... doth the rose , Within her lively face . At Bacchus ' feast none shall her meet , Ne at no wanton play ; Nor gazing in an open street , Nor gadding as a stray . The modest mirth that she doth use Is mix'd with shamefac'dness ; All vice she ...
... doth the rose , Within her lively face . At Bacchus ' feast none shall her meet , Ne at no wanton play ; Nor gazing in an open street , Nor gadding as a stray . The modest mirth that she doth use Is mix'd with shamefac'dness ; All vice she ...
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Page 180 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Page 184 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
Page 102 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Page 331 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides...
Page 331 - While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Page 115 - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! Heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtle flame As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life.
Page 324 - Go, LOVELY rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee! — How...
Page 326 - Old Law did save, And such as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
Page 184 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am. Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and...
Page 184 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.