First period. Second period. From Spenser to DrydenJames Nichol, 1860 |
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... writer of British birth is to be reckoned among the masters of Latin poetry and eloquence . It is not probable that the islanders were , at any time , generally familiar with the tongue of their Italian rulers . From the Atlantic to the ...
... writer of British birth is to be reckoned among the masters of Latin poetry and eloquence . It is not probable that the islanders were , at any time , generally familiar with the tongue of their Italian rulers . From the Atlantic to the ...
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... writer of a small Latin historical work . Such was St Columbanus , who was born in Ireland in 560 ; became a monk in the Irish monastery of Benchor ; and afterwards , at the head of twelve disciples , preached Christianity , in its most ...
... writer of a small Latin historical work . Such was St Columbanus , who was born in Ireland in 560 ; became a monk in the Irish monastery of Benchor ; and afterwards , at the head of twelve disciples , preached Christianity , in its most ...
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... write seemed the ' be all and the end all ' of his existence . Important as well as numerous were his contributions to literature . He translated from the Scriptures . He wrote religious treatises , biographies , and commentaries upon ...
... write seemed the ' be all and the end all ' of his existence . Important as well as numerous were his contributions to literature . He translated from the Scriptures . He wrote religious treatises , biographies , and commentaries upon ...
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... write at twelve years old , but he improved his time in such a manner , that he became one of the most knowing men of his age , in geometry , in philosophy , in architecture , and in music . He applied himself to the improvement of his ...
... write at twelve years old , but he improved his time in such a manner , that he became one of the most knowing men of his age , in geometry , in philosophy , in architecture , and in music . He applied himself to the improvement of his ...
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... writing in Anglo - Saxon , and avoiding as much as possible the use of com- pound or obscure words . After him appeared Cynewulf , Bishop of Winchester , Wulfstan , Archbishop of York , and others of some note . There was also slowly ...
... writing in Anglo - Saxon , and avoiding as much as possible the use of com- pound or obscure words . After him appeared Cynewulf , Bishop of Winchester , Wulfstan , Archbishop of York , and others of some note . There was also slowly ...
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275 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ask me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day ; For in pure love heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more whither doth haste The nightingale, when May is past ; For in your sweet dividing throat She winters, and keeps warm her note. Ask me no more where those stars 'light That downwards fall in dead of night ; For in your eyes they sit, and there Fixed become, as in their sphere. Ask me no more if east or west The phcenix builds her spicy nest ; For unto...
115 ÆäÀÌÁö - Townsfolk my strength ; a daintier judge applies His praise to sleight, which from good use doth rise ; Some lucky wits impute it but to chance ; Others, because of both sides I do take My blood from them, who did excel in this, Think Nature me a man of arms did make. How far they shot awry ! the true cause is, STELLA looked on, and from her heavenly face Sent forth the beams which made so fair my race.
259 ÆäÀÌÁö - Soul of the age! The applause! delight! the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read, and praise to give.
113 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... comfort; here a shepherd's boy piping, as though he should never be old ; there a young shepherdess knitting, and withal singing, and it seemed that her voice comforted her hands to work and her hands kept time to her voice-music.
277 ÆäÀÌÁö - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
278 ÆäÀÌÁö - Her finger was so small, the ring Would not stay on which they did bring, It was too wide a peck : And to say truth, for out it must, ' It look'd like the great collar, just, About our young colt's neck. Her feet beneath her petticoat, Like little mice stole in and out, As if they fear'd the light : But oh ! she dances such a way — No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.
209 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thou art slave to Fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, And poppy, or charms can make us sleep as well, And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then ? One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And Death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
114 ÆäÀÌÁö - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies ; How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries ? Sure, if that long-with-love-acquainted eyes Can judge of love, thou feel'st a lover's case ; I read it in thy looks ; thy languisht grace To me, that feel the like, thy state descries...
122 ÆäÀÌÁö - Times go by turns, and chances change by course, From foul to fair, from better hap to worse. The sea of Fortune doth not ever flow, She draws her favours to the lowest ebb; Her tides have equal times to come and go, Her loom doth weave the fine and coarsest web; No joy so great but runneth to an end, No hap so hard but may in fine amend.
254 ÆäÀÌÁö - ON THE COUNTESS OF PEMBROKE UNDERNEATH this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse: Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother: Death, ere thou hast slain another Fair, and learned, and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee.