The Universal Anthology: A Collection of the Best Literature, Ancient, Mediaeval and Modern, with Biographical and Explanatory Notes, Том 10Richard Garnett, Léon Vallée, Alois Brandl Clarke Company, limited, 1899 |
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Alleyne answered archers arms battle bishop Bishop of Durham blood Buffalmacco Calandrino called castle Church cried curse dead dear death door doth dread Earl of Douglas Earl of Fife enemies English Erle eyes face fair fair lady fair lord Falstaff father fear fell French friends God's gold grace hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Henry holy honor John John Paston Juliet king king's knew knight lady look Lord never noble Otterbourne Percy poet poor pray priest Prince prison Queen quoth replied Reynard Rienzi Romeo rose round saints Scotland Scots seneschal side Sir Archibald Douglas Sir Nigel Sir Ralph Percy slain soul squires stone stood Sufi sweet sword Tabary tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought Tibert took turn unto Villon Warwick wife WILLIAM CAXTON wise words
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Сторінка 236 - Fal. I call thee coward! I'll see thee damned ere I call thee coward ; but I would give a thousand pound, I could run as fast as thou canst. You are straight enough in the shoulders; you care not who sees your back: call you that backing of your friends ? A plague upon such backing ! Give me them that will face me.
Сторінка 45 - O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Сторінка 45 - O, speak again, bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds, And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Сторінка 250 - I have nourished and brought up children, and they have rebelled against me. The ox knoweth his owner, and the ass his master's crib: but Israel doth not know, my people doth not consider.
Сторінка 244 - I pray thee, wish not one man more. By Jove, I am not covetous for gold, Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost; It yearns me not if men my garments wear; Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
Сторінка 246 - With Spanish yew so strong, Arrows a cloth-yard long, That like to serpents stung, Piercing the weather; None from his fellow starts, But playing manly parts, And like true English hearts, Stuck close together.
Сторінка 226 - The hunting of that day. The stout Earl of Northumberland A vow to God did make, His pleasure in the Scottish woods Three summer days to take; The chiefest harts in Chevy-Chase To kill and bear away.
Сторінка 51 - Wilt thou be gone ? it is not yet near day : It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear ; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree : Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
Сторінка 171 - And to the soper sette us anon; And served us with vitaille at the beste. Strong was the wyn, and wel to drinke us leste. 7; A semely man our hoste was with-alle For to han been a marshal in an halle; A large man he was with eyen stepe...
Сторінка 158 - Tabard as I lay Redy to wenden on my pilgrimage...