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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... fair , those crystal eyes ) , 118 To Blossoms , Sic Vita , 118 To Daffodils , The Dirge , 118 The Kiss - a Dialogue , FRANCIS BEAUMONT , 118 To the Virgins , to make much of their Time , Letter to Ben Jonson , 119 Twelfth Night , or ...
... fair , those crystal eyes ) , 118 To Blossoms , Sic Vita , 118 To Daffodils , The Dirge , 118 The Kiss - a Dialogue , FRANCIS BEAUMONT , 118 To the Virgins , to make much of their Time , Letter to Ben Jonson , 119 Twelfth Night , or ...
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... Fair , GEORGE BUCHANAN - DR ARTHUR JOHNSTON , • Page 160 Page Generosity of Cæsar , 204 160 Grief of Aspatia for the Marriage of Amintor and 160 Evadne , • 205 161 Palamon and Arcite , Captives in Greece , 206 · 161 Disinterestedness of ...
... Fair , GEORGE BUCHANAN - DR ARTHUR JOHNSTON , • Page 160 Page Generosity of Cæsar , 204 160 Grief of Aspatia for the Marriage of Amintor and 160 Evadne , • 205 161 Palamon and Arcite , Captives in Greece , 206 · 161 Disinterestedness of ...
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... fair and bright , That down they set them by the precious hoard : The worst of them he spake the firsté word . ' Brethren , ' quod he , take keep what I shall say ; My wit is great , though that I bourdes and play . This treasure hath ...
... fair and bright , That down they set them by the precious hoard : The worst of them he spake the firsté word . ' Brethren , ' quod he , take keep what I shall say ; My wit is great , though that I bourdes and play . This treasure hath ...
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... fair ambuland horse they set , That were all white , fair , and great ; And everich one ride on side . The saddles were of such a pride , So rich saw she never none ; With pearls and gold so well begone , In kirtles and in copes rich ...
... fair ambuland horse they set , That were all white , fair , and great ; And everich one ride on side . The saddles were of such a pride , So rich saw she never none ; With pearls and gold so well begone , In kirtles and in copes rich ...
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... fair ; and in the corners set Ane arbour green , with wandis long and small Railed about , and so with trees set Was all the place , and hawthorn hedges knet , That lyf was none walking there forbye , That might within scarce any wight ...
... fair ; and in the corners set Ane arbour green , with wandis long and small Railed about , and so with trees set Was all the place , and hawthorn hedges knet , That lyf was none walking there forbye , That might within scarce any wight ...
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Сторінка 178 - 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...
Сторінка 182 - 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...
Сторінка 100 - 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.
Сторінка 329 - 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...
Сторінка 329 - 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.
Сторінка 113 - 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.
Сторінка 322 - 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...
Сторінка 324 - 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...
Сторінка 182 - 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...
Сторінка 182 - 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.