Cyclopaedia of English Literature: First period, from the earliest times to 1400Robert Chambers Gould, Kendall and Lincoln, 1847 - Authors, English |
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... Nature of the Evidence of the Existence of God , 453 Disputation , 516 RICHARD BAXTER , 454 . Liberty , 516 Fruits of Experience of Human Character , 454 Opposition to New Doctrines , . 516 Baxter's Judgment of his Writings , 454 Duty ...
... Nature of the Evidence of the Existence of God , 453 Disputation , 516 RICHARD BAXTER , 454 . Liberty , 516 Fruits of Experience of Human Character , 454 Opposition to New Doctrines , . 516 Baxter's Judgment of his Writings , 454 Duty ...
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... natural , Ne may the venom voiden ne expell ; The pipes of his lunges ' gan to swell , And every lacert in his ... nature will not werche , 5 Farewell physic ; go bear the man to church . This is all and some , that Arcite muste ...
... natural , Ne may the venom voiden ne expell ; The pipes of his lunges ' gan to swell , And every lacert in his ... nature will not werche , 5 Farewell physic ; go bear the man to church . This is all and some , that Arcite muste ...
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... nature ? Or are ye god Cupidis own princess , And comin are to loose me out of band ! Or are ye very Nature the goddess , That hare depainted with your heavenly hand , This garden full of flowers as they stand ? What shall I think ...
... nature ? Or are ye god Cupidis own princess , And comin are to loose me out of band ! Or are ye very Nature the goddess , That hare depainted with your heavenly hand , This garden full of flowers as they stand ? What shall I think ...
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... nature has her taught , the noble queen , The field been clothit in a new array ; A lusty life in Lovis service been . Ne'er sweeter noise was heard with living man , Na made this merry gentle nightingale ; Her sound went with the river ...
... nature has her taught , the noble queen , The field been clothit in a new array ; A lusty life in Lovis service been . Ne'er sweeter noise was heard with living man , Na made this merry gentle nightingale ; Her sound went with the river ...
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... Nature hath lost the mould , Where she her shape did take ; Or else I doubt if Nature could So fair a creature make . She may be well compared Unto the phoenix kind , Whose like was never seen nor leard , That any man can find . In life ...
... Nature hath lost the mould , Where she her shape did take ; Or else I doubt if Nature could So fair a creature make . She may be well compared Unto the phoenix kind , Whose like was never seen nor leard , That any man can find . In life ...
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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!