Cyclopaedia of English Literature: First period, from the earliest times to 1400Robert Chambers Gould, Kendall and Lincoln, 1847 |
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... flowers and the groves alike high , All green and white was nothing else seen . is signed Philogenet of Cambridge , Clerk , ' and hence he is supposed to have attended the Univer- sity there ; but Warton and other Oxonians claim him for ...
... flowers and the groves alike high , All green and white was nothing else seen . is signed Philogenet of Cambridge , Clerk , ' and hence he is supposed to have attended the Univer- sity there ; but Warton and other Oxonians claim him for ...
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... flowers , The white and red , the blue and green , Be suddenly with winter showers , Made faint and fade , withouten ween , 3 That trust is none , as ye may seen , In no thing , nor no steadfastness , Except in women , thus I mean ; Yet ...
... flowers , The white and red , the blue and green , Be suddenly with winter showers , Made faint and fade , withouten ween , 3 That trust is none , as ye may seen , In no thing , nor no steadfastness , Except in women , thus I mean ; Yet ...
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... flowers spring , She heard glad fowls sing , She saw beasts in their kind , The buck , the doe , the hart , the hind , The males go with the female ; And so began there a quarrel Between love and her own heart , Fro which she could not ...
... flowers spring , She heard glad fowls sing , She saw beasts in their kind , The buck , the doe , the hart , the hind , The males go with the female ; And so began there a quarrel Between love and her own heart , Fro which she could not ...
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... flower That ever I saw , methought , before that hour , For which sudden abate , anon astart , 4 The blood of all my ... flowers as they stand ? What shall I think , alas ! what reverence Shall I mister7 unto your excellence ? If ye a ...
... flower That ever I saw , methought , before that hour , For which sudden abate , anon astart , 4 The blood of all my ... flowers as they stand ? What shall I think , alas ! what reverence Shall I mister7 unto your excellence ? If ye a ...
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... flowers white and red , Plettand their lusty chaplets for their head . Some sang ring - songes , dances , leids ... flower , Gentle as falcon , Or hawk of the tower ; With solace and gladness , Much mirth and no madness , All good and no ...
... flowers white and red , Plettand their lusty chaplets for their head . Some sang ring - songes , dances , leids ... flower , Gentle as falcon , Or hawk of the tower ; With solace and gladness , Much mirth and no madness , All good and no ...
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Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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!
Сторінка 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!