English Authors: A Handbook of English Literature from Chaucer to Living WritersFranklin Print. and Publishing Company, 1906 - 750 pages |
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... leave his vanity ? Will he not wed ? Alas , alas , the while ! Why will he thus himself and us beguile ? " In the meantime Walter has the wedding outfit ordered with all manner of jewels and robes to suit Griselde's statue . Griselde of ...
... leave his vanity ? Will he not wed ? Alas , alas , the while ! Why will he thus himself and us beguile ? " In the meantime Walter has the wedding outfit ordered with all manner of jewels and robes to suit Griselde's statue . Griselde of ...
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... leave the throne to Lady Jane Grey , his cousin , Cranmer was reluctantly induced to sanction the act . He adhered to her faithfully and consequently had to fall with her . When Mary came to the throne he had nothing to hope from her ...
... leave the throne to Lady Jane Grey , his cousin , Cranmer was reluctantly induced to sanction the act . He adhered to her faithfully and consequently had to fall with her . When Mary came to the throne he had nothing to hope from her ...
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... leave , probably on account of poverty of purse , although some authorities state he took his degree of M. A. there in 1575. From college he went to the north of England and began his life as a writer . He fell in love with a beautiful ...
... leave , probably on account of poverty of purse , although some authorities state he took his degree of M. A. there in 1575. From college he went to the north of England and began his life as a writer . He fell in love with a beautiful ...
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... leave : and there is a fore - runner come , from a fifth , the prince of Morroco , who brings word , the prince , his master , will be here to - night . Por . If I could bid the fifth welcome with so good heart as I can bid the other ...
... leave : and there is a fore - runner come , from a fifth , the prince of Morroco , who brings word , the prince , his master , will be here to - night . Por . If I could bid the fifth welcome with so good heart as I can bid the other ...
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... . Fare thee well , nymph ; cre he do leave this grove , Thou shalt fly him , and he shall seek thy love.- Re - enter Puck . Hast thou the flower there ? Welcome wanderer . Puck . Ay , there it is . Obe . SHAKESPEARE . 81.
... . Fare thee well , nymph ; cre he do leave this grove , Thou shalt fly him , and he shall seek thy love.- Re - enter Puck . Hast thou the flower there ? Welcome wanderer . Puck . Ay , there it is . Obe . SHAKESPEARE . 81.
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Page 233 - Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Page 219 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village- Hampden, that, with dauntless breast, The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Page 607 - And his low head and crest, just one sharp ear bent back For my voice, and the other pricked out on his track; And one eye's black intelligence, — ever that glance O'er its white edge at me, his own master, askance! And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned; and cried Joris "Stay spur! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her, We'll remember at Aix...
Page 497 - O sweeter than the marriage-feast, 'Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together...
Page 81 - If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages princes' palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions: I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.
Page 218 - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds ; Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
Page 423 - I have been young, and now am old; yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging bread.
Page 497 - It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek Like a meadow-gale of spring — It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew.
Page 301 - His long red cloak, well brush'd and neat, He manfully did throw. Now see him mounted once again Upon his nimble steed, Full slowly pacing o'er the stones With caution and good heed ! But, finding soon a smoother road Beneath his well-shod feet, The snorting beast began to trot, Which galled him in his seat. So, Fair and softly...
Page 496 - A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat ; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky, Lay like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet.