The Masters of English LiteratureMacmillan, 1904 - 423 pages |
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... lord , for noon adversitee , To dyen in the cas , it shal not bee That ever in word or werk I shal repente That I yow yaf myn herte in hool entente . Two other things should be noted . Chaucer himself is called on for a tale , and the ...
... lord , for noon adversitee , To dyen in the cas , it shal not bee That ever in word or werk I shal repente That I yow yaf myn herte in hool entente . Two other things should be noted . Chaucer himself is called on for a tale , and the ...
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... Lord Grey of Wilton , then appointed Lord Deputy . During Elizabeth's reign the gradual grasping of Irish lands by English adventurers had been quickened ; and the resistance , which is termed rebellion , had been fiercer . Lord Grey ...
... Lord Grey of Wilton , then appointed Lord Deputy . During Elizabeth's reign the gradual grasping of Irish lands by English adventurers had been quickened ; and the resistance , which is termed rebellion , had been fiercer . Lord Grey ...
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... Lord Grey , till the captive knight is released by Britomart , who at this stage certainly stands for Elizabeth . The poem is therefore one which can only be fully understood by the help of a commentary , and there are no doubt many ...
... Lord Grey , till the captive knight is released by Britomart , who at this stage certainly stands for Elizabeth . The poem is therefore one which can only be fully understood by the help of a commentary , and there are no doubt many ...
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... Lord Strange's , then the Lord Chamberlain's , and lastly , on James's acces- sion , the King's players . Whether Shakespeare distinguished himself first as an actor or as a playwright , we cannot tell ; but there is ample evidence that ...
... Lord Strange's , then the Lord Chamberlain's , and lastly , on James's acces- sion , the King's players . Whether Shakespeare distinguished himself first as an actor or as a playwright , we cannot tell ; but there is ample evidence that ...
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... lord , my lord , I am a simple woman , much too weak To oppose your cunning . mouth'd ; You're meek and humble- You sign your place and calling , in full seeming , With meekness and humility ; but your heart Is cramm'd with arrogancy ...
... lord , my lord , I am a simple woman , much too weak To oppose your cunning . mouth'd ; You're meek and humble- You sign your place and calling , in full seeming , With meekness and humility ; but your heart Is cramm'd with arrogancy ...
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Page 181 - Peace to all such ! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease; Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Page 145 - Bacchus' blessings are a treasure; Drinking is the soldier's pleasure: Rich the treasure; Sweet the pleasure; Sweet is pleasure after pain! Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain; Fought all his battles o'er again : And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain!
Page 272 - Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me: "Pipe a song about a Lamb!' So I piped with merry cheer. 'Piper, pipe that song again;
Page 332 - Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration ; — feelings too...
Page 181 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike...
Page 332 - But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind. With tranquil restoration...
Page 369 - That Light whose smile kindles the Universe, That Beauty in which all things work and move, That Benediction which the eclipsing Curse Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which through the web of being blindly wove By man and beast and earth and air and sea, Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of The fire for which all thirst, now beams on me, Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality...
Page 243 - Here Reynolds is laid, and to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser or better behind : His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand : His manners were gentle, complying, and bland ; Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart...
Page 135 - For his religion, it was fit To match his learning and his wit : 'Twas Presbyterian true blue, For he was of that stubborn crew Of errant saints, whom all men grant To be the true church militant ; Such as do build their faith upon The holy text of pike and gun ; Decide all controversies by Infallible artillery ; And prove their doctrine orthodox By apostolic blows and knocks...
Page 349 - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.