Cyclopaedia of English Literature: First period, from the earliest times to 1400Robert Chambers Gould, Kendall and Lincoln, 1847 - Authors, English |
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... KING JAMES I. OF SCOTLAND , 36 · COMMENCEMENT OF THE PRESENT FORM OF ENGLISH , SPECIMENS OF ANGLO - SAXON AND ENGLISH PREVIOUS TO 1300 , Extract from the Saxon Chronicle , 1154 , 4 James I. , a Prisoner in Windsor , first sees Lady Jane ...
... KING JAMES I. OF SCOTLAND , 36 · COMMENCEMENT OF THE PRESENT FORM OF ENGLISH , SPECIMENS OF ANGLO - SAXON AND ENGLISH PREVIOUS TO 1300 , Extract from the Saxon Chronicle , 1154 , 4 James I. , a Prisoner in Windsor , first sees Lady Jane ...
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... KING , On my dear Son , Gervase Beaumont , 116 A Valediction , 116 To Chloe , 116 The Dream , 117 Love inconcealable , 117 ¡ To Cupid , 118 ROBERT HERRICK , Song- ( Dry those fair , those crystal eyes ) , 118 To Blossoms , Sic Vita ...
... KING , On my dear Son , Gervase Beaumont , 116 A Valediction , 116 To Chloe , 116 The Dream , 117 Love inconcealable , 117 ¡ To Cupid , 118 ROBERT HERRICK , Song- ( Dry those fair , those crystal eyes ) , 118 To Blossoms , Sic Vita ...
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... King , WILLIAM LITHGOW , 254 Heresy , JAMES HOWELL , 255 Learning and Wisdom , To Dr Francis Mansell , 255 Oracles , • To Sir William St John , Knight , 256 Dreams and Prophecies , To Captain Thomas B. , 257 Sermons , To the Right Hon ...
... King , WILLIAM LITHGOW , 254 Heresy , JAMES HOWELL , 255 Learning and Wisdom , To Dr Francis Mansell , 255 Oracles , • To Sir William St John , Knight , 256 Dreams and Prophecies , To Captain Thomas B. , 257 Sermons , To the Right Hon ...
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... King Arthur's coronation , will give an idea of the writings of the Norman poets . It is extracted from Mr Ellis's work , with his notes : - • Quant li rois leva del mangier , Alé sunt tuit esbanoier , 1 De la cité es champs issirent ...
... King Arthur's coronation , will give an idea of the writings of the Norman poets . It is extracted from Mr Ellis's work , with his notes : - • Quant li rois leva del mangier , Alé sunt tuit esbanoier , 1 De la cité es champs issirent ...
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... King Stephen ded , and bebyried there his wif and his sune wæron bebyried æt king was ded , tha was the corl beionde sæ . That ministre hi makiden . Tha the durste nan man don other bute god for the micel eie And ne of him . Tha he to ...
... King Stephen ded , and bebyried there his wif and his sune wæron bebyried æt king was ded , tha was the corl beionde sæ . That ministre hi makiden . Tha the durste nan man don other bute god for the micel eie And ne of him . Tha he to ...
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Page 108 - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Page 106 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Page 335 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled Dawn doth rise...
Page 84 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten,— In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs,— All these in me no means can move To come to thee and be thy love.
Page 108 - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat — Come hither, come hither, come hither ! Here shall we see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun, And loves to live i...
Page 184 - 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 of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins: Such harmony is in immortal souls; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we...
Page 186 - She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her wagon-spokes made of long spinners...
Page 119 - 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 366 - A present deity! the vaulted roofs rebound! With ravish'd ears The monarch hears, Assumes the god; Aflects to nod And seems to shake the spheres. The praise of Bacchus then the sweet musician sung : Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young: The jolly god in triumph comes ! Sound the trumpets, beat the drums!
Page 172 - And then thou must be damn'd perpetually! Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of Heaven, That time may cease, and midnight never come; Fair Nature's eye, rise, rise again and make Perpetual day; or let this hour be but A year, a month, a week, a natural day, That Faustus may repent and save his soul! O lente, lente, currite noctis equi!