Cyclopaedia of English Literature: First period, from the earliest times to 1400Robert Chambers Gould, Kendall and Lincoln, 1847 |
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... richt at the first meeting , Forouten doubt or abasing , Have slain a knicht sae at a straik , Sic hard❜ment thereat gan they tak , That they come on richt hardily . When Englishmen saw them sae stoutly Come on , they had great abasing ...
... richt at the first meeting , Forouten doubt or abasing , Have slain a knicht sae at a straik , Sic hard❜ment thereat gan they tak , That they come on richt hardily . When Englishmen saw them sae stoutly Come on , they had great abasing ...
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... richt hardily . See that , at their assembly there , Sic a frushing of spears were , That far away men micht it hear , That at that meeting forouten3 were . Were steeds stickit mony ane ; And mony gude man borne doun and slain ; They ...
... richt hardily . See that , at their assembly there , Sic a frushing of spears were , That far away men micht it hear , That at that meeting forouten3 were . Were steeds stickit mony ane ; And mony gude man borne doun and slain ; They ...
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... Richt stark he was , and had but little gane . Thus Wallace wist : had he been left alane , An he were false , to enemies he wald gae ; Gif he were true , the southron wald him slay . Micht he do oucht but tyne him as it was ? Frae this ...
... Richt stark he was , and had but little gane . Thus Wallace wist : had he been left alane , An he were false , to enemies he wald gae ; Gif he were true , the southron wald him slay . Micht he do oucht but tyne him as it was ? Frae this ...
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... richt near , we shall him have but fail , This feeble wood may him little avail . ' Forty were passed again to Sanct - Johnstoun , With this dead corse , to burying made it boune . Parted their men , syne diverse wayis raid ; A great ...
... richt near , we shall him have but fail , This feeble wood may him little avail . ' Forty were passed again to Sanct - Johnstoun , With this dead corse , to burying made it boune . Parted their men , syne diverse wayis raid ; A great ...
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... richt record , And said , Myself shall hear his confession , If I have micht in contrar of thy crown . An thou through force will stop me of this thing , I vow to God , who is my righteous king , That all England I shall her interdite ...
... richt record , And said , Myself shall hear his confession , If I have micht in contrar of thy crown . An thou through force will stop me of this thing , I vow to God , who is my righteous king , That all England I shall her interdite ...
Términos y frases comunes
afterwards beauty Ben Jonson body breast breath Cædmon Cæsar called Charles II church court death delight divine doth Dryden Earl earth England English eyes Faery Queen fair fancy fear fire flowers gentle give grace hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven Henry Henry VIII holy honour Hudibras Izaak Walton Jeremy Taylor John Lesley Jonson king labour lady language learning light live look Lord Macbeth marriage mind muse nature never night noble nymph o'er passion play pleasure poem poet poetical poetry poor praise prince published Queen racter reign rich Scotland Shakspeare sing sleep song soul speak Spenser spirit St Serf style sweet taste tell thee thine things thou thought tion tongue truth unto verse virtue wind wine wise words write youth
Pasajes populares
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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!