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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... Youth , . 197 Education of Children , 235 197 Suretyship and Borrowing , 235 The Alchemist , 197 RICHARD HOOKER , 235 THE COURT MASQUES OF THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY , 198 The Golden Age Restored , Scripture and the Law of Nature , 236 201 ...
... Youth , . 197 Education of Children , 235 197 Suretyship and Borrowing , 235 The Alchemist , 197 RICHARD HOOKER , 235 THE COURT MASQUES OF THE SEVENTEENTH CENTURY , 198 The Golden Age Restored , Scripture and the Law of Nature , 236 201 ...
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... Youth , 457 Upon the sight of Roses and Tulips growing near one Theological Controversies , 457 another , 518 JOHN OWEN , 457 · Marriage a Lottery , 519 EDMUND CALAMY , 458 Some Considerations Touching the Style of the Holy JOHN FLAVEL ...
... Youth , 457 Upon the sight of Roses and Tulips growing near one Theological Controversies , 457 another , 518 JOHN OWEN , 457 · Marriage a Lottery , 519 EDMUND CALAMY , 458 Some Considerations Touching the Style of the Holy JOHN FLAVEL ...
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... Youth of Rambling Disposition , 623 Song- ( Sweet woman is like the fair flower in its BERNARD MANDEVILLE , 624 lustre ) , · 573 Flattery of the Great , 624 The Poet and the Rose , 573 Society Compared to a Bowl of Punch , 624 The Court ...
... Youth of Rambling Disposition , 623 Song- ( Sweet woman is like the fair flower in its BERNARD MANDEVILLE , 624 lustre ) , · 573 Flattery of the Great , 624 The Poet and the Rose , 573 Society Compared to a Bowl of Punch , 624 The Court ...
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... youth , Bregh hight that knight , born Breton , That lerid the language of Saxon . This Bregh was the latimer , 6 What she said told Vortiger . ' Sir , ' Bregh said , Rowen you greets , And king calls and lord you leets.7 This is their ...
... youth , Bregh hight that knight , born Breton , That lerid the language of Saxon . This Bregh was the latimer , 6 What she said told Vortiger . ' Sir , ' Bregh said , Rowen you greets , And king calls and lord you leets.7 This is their ...
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... youth , Bregh hight that knight , born Breton , That lerid the language of Saxon . This Bregh was the latimer , 6 What she said told Vortiger . ' Sir , ' Bregh said , Rowen you greets , And king calls and lord you leets.7 This is their ...
... youth , Bregh hight that knight , born Breton , That lerid the language of Saxon . This Bregh was the latimer , 6 What she said told Vortiger . ' Sir , ' Bregh said , Rowen you greets , And king calls and lord you leets.7 This is their ...
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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.