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... writing . And every statute coude he plaine by rote . He rode but homely in a medlee cote7 , Girt with a seint of silk ... writings . 67 Coat of mixed stuff . A girdle . 9 With small stripes . A Frankĕlein ' was in this compagnie : White ...
... writing . And every statute coude he plaine by rote . He rode but homely in a medlee cote7 , Girt with a seint of silk ... writings . 67 Coat of mixed stuff . A girdle . 9 With small stripes . A Frankĕlein ' was in this compagnie : White ...
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... the tender passion . His writings exhibit all the crude erudition and science of his age ; a knowledge sufficient to have been the fuel of genius , if Gower had possessed its fire . THE TALE OF THE COFFERS OR CASKETS , & c E 2 GOWER . 51.
... the tender passion . His writings exhibit all the crude erudition and science of his age ; a knowledge sufficient to have been the fuel of genius , if Gower had possessed its fire . THE TALE OF THE COFFERS OR CASKETS , & c E 2 GOWER . 51.
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... writing " a stile briefe and compendious . " A great story he compares to a great oak , which is not to be attacked with a single stroke , but by " a long processe . " Gray has pointed out beauties in this writer which had eluded the ...
... writing " a stile briefe and compendious . " A great story he compares to a great oak , which is not to be attacked with a single stroke , but by " a long processe . " Gray has pointed out beauties in this writer which had eluded the ...
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... Writing her letter , awhapped all in drede , In her right hand her pen ygan to quake , And a sharp sword to make her heartè blede , In her left hand her father hath her take , And most her sorrowe was for her childes sake , Upon whose ...
... Writing her letter , awhapped all in drede , In her right hand her pen ygan to quake , And a sharp sword to make her heartè blede , In her left hand her father hath her take , And most her sorrowe was for her childes sake , Upon whose ...
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... writings of some of those Scottish poets belong to the six- teenth century ; but from the date of their births they are placed under the fifteenthi . bassador , and the intimate companion of a prince ; SCOTTISH POETRY . 69 Page 1.
... writings of some of those Scottish poets belong to the six- teenth century ; but from the date of their births they are placed under the fifteenthi . bassador , and the intimate companion of a prince ; SCOTTISH POETRY . 69 Page 1.
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Сторінка 283 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth "s unknown, although his height be taken.
Сторінка 323 - Love in my bosom like a bee Doth suck his sweet: Now with his wings he plays with me, Now with his feet. Within mine eyes he makes his nest, His bed amidst my tender breast; My kisses are his daily feast, And yet he robs me of my rest. Ah, wanton, will ye?
Сторінка 160 - With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Сторінка 218 - Say to the court, it glows And shines like rotten wood; Say to the church, it shows What's good, and doth no good: If church and court reply, Then give them both the lie. Tell potentates, they live Acting by others' action; Not loved unless they give, Not strong but by a faction: If potentates reply, Give potentates the lie.
Сторінка 111 - And wilt thou leave me thus ? Say nay, say nay. And wilt thou leave me thus, That hath loved thee so long In wealth and woe among? And is thy heart so strong As for to leave me thus ? Say nay, say nay.
Сторінка 220 - And if they will reply, Then give them all the lie. Tell arts they have no soundness, But vary by esteeming ; Tell schools they want profoundness, And stand too much on seeming : If arts and schools reply, Give arts and schools the lie. Tell faith it's fled the city; Tell how the country erreth ; Tell manhood shakes off pity ; . Tell virtue least preferreth : And if they do reply, Spare not to give the lie.
Сторінка 283 - When summer's breath their masked buds discloses : But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made : And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth, When that shall fade, my verse distils your truth.
Сторінка 22 - Ful worthy was he in his lordes werre, And therto hadde he riden, no man ferre, As wel in cristendom as in hethenesse, And evere honoured for his worthynesse. At Alisaundre he was whan it was wonne. Ful ofte tyme he hadde the bord bigonne Aboven alle nacions in Pruce; In Lettow hadde he reysed and in Ruce, No Cristen man so ofte of his degree.
Сторінка 177 - O how can beautie maister the most strong, And simple truth subdue avenging wrong! Whose yielded pride and proud submission, Still dreading death, when she had marked long, Her hart gan melt in great compassion, And drizling teares did shed for pure affection. 7 The lyon lord of everie beast in field...
Сторінка 283 - O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give ! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live. The canker-blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses ; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves.