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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... gold , He gef hors , he gef lond , Castles , and clothes eke ; His monnen he iquende.5 which he occasionally diversifies the thread of his story , are , in general , appropriate and dramatic , and not only prove his good sense , but ...
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... gold and of silver eke , and thereafter they nome The headen of the hext masters , and to Antioch come , And laid them in engines , and into the city them cast : Tho they within i - see this , sore were they aghast ; That their masters ...
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... gold and of silver eke , and thereafter they nome The headen of the hext masters , and to Antioch come , And laid them in engines , and into the city them cast : Tho they within i - see this , sore were they aghast ; That their masters ...
... gold and of silver eke , and thereafter they nome The headen of the hext masters , and to Antioch come , And laid them in engines , and into the city them cast : Tho they within i - see this , sore were they aghast ; That their masters ...
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... gold all about your head , With damask white and azure blue , Well diapered with lilies new . Your pommels shall be ended with gold , Your chains enamelled many a fold , Your mantle of rich degree , Purple pall and ermine free . Jennets ...
... gold all about your head , With damask white and azure blue , Well diapered with lilies new . Your pommels shall be ended with gold , Your chains enamelled many a fold , Your mantle of rich degree , Purple pall and ermine free . Jennets ...
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... gold shall hang aloft , With long paper fair burníng , And cloves that be sweet smelling . Frankincense and olibanum , That when ye sleep the taste may come ; And if ye no rest can take , All night minstrels for you shall wake ...
... gold shall hang aloft , With long paper fair burníng , And cloves that be sweet smelling . Frankincense and olibanum , That when ye sleep the taste may come ; And if ye no rest can take , All night minstrels for you shall wake ...
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178 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
182 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
100 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
329 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
329 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
113 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
322 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
324 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
182 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
182 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.