Choice Specimens of English Literature: Selected from the Chief English Writers, and Arranged ChronologicallySheldon and Company, 1850 - 477 oldal |
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... hath lent . C. - OLD ENGLISH , 1250-1350 . 6. HENRY III . Proclamation in A. D. 1258 . ( From Marsh's Origin and History of the English Language , pp . 192 , 193. ) Henr ' , thurg Godes fultume King on Engleneloande , lhoaverd on ...
... hath lent . C. - OLD ENGLISH , 1250-1350 . 6. HENRY III . Proclamation in A. D. 1258 . ( From Marsh's Origin and History of the English Language , pp . 192 , 193. ) Henr ' , thurg Godes fultume King on Engleneloande , lhoaverd on ...
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... Hath granted hem her owne chois , And toke hem therupon the keie ; But for he woldè it were seie 21 11 Choose . 12 Go . 18 Every one . 13 At last . 14 Their . 19 Sayeth to the king . 15 Lose . 20 As their reward . 16 Then . 21 Seen . 17 ...
... Hath granted hem her owne chois , And toke hem therupon the keie ; But for he woldè it were seie 21 11 Choose . 12 Go . 18 Every one . 13 At last . 14 Their . 19 Sayeth to the king . 15 Lose . 20 As their reward . 16 Then . 21 Seen . 17 ...
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... hath perced to the rote , And bathed every veine in swiche 3 licour , Of whiche vertùe engendred is the flour ; Whan Zephirus eke with his sotè brethe Enspired hath in every holt and hethe The tendre croppès , and the yongè sonne Hath ...
... hath perced to the rote , And bathed every veine in swiche 3 licour , Of whiche vertùe engendred is the flour ; Whan Zephirus eke with his sotè brethe Enspired hath in every holt and hethe The tendre croppès , and the yongè sonne Hath ...
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... hath nat wher he reste his heued . Sotheli an other of his disciplis saide to hym , Lord , suffre me go first and birye my fadir . Forsothe Jhesus saide to hym , Sue thcu me , and late dede men birye her dead men . And Jhesu steyinge vp ...
... hath nat wher he reste his heued . Sotheli an other of his disciplis saide to hym , Lord , suffre me go first and birye my fadir . Forsothe Jhesus saide to hym , Sue thcu me , and late dede men birye her dead men . And Jhesu steyinge vp ...
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... in delays , Forget not yet ! Forget not ! -Oh ! forget not this , How long ago hath been , and is The mind that never meant amiss , Forget not yet ! Forget not then thine own approv'd , The which so A. D. 1503-1541 . 45 WYATT .
... in delays , Forget not yet ! Forget not ! -Oh ! forget not this , How long ago hath been , and is The mind that never meant amiss , Forget not yet ! Forget not then thine own approv'd , The which so A. D. 1503-1541 . 45 WYATT .
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118. oldal - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life ; But that the dread of something after death, — The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, — puzzles the will ; And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
109. oldal - Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown. His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway : It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself, And earthly power doth then show likest God's, When mercy seasons justice.
339. oldal - There was a sound of revelry by night. And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry ; and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men : A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again ; And all went merry as a marriage-bell, But hush ! hark ! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell.
165. oldal - 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.
373. oldal - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
176. oldal - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide, ' Doth God exact day-labor, light denied ?
93. oldal - Of Law there can be no less acknowledged than that her seat is the bosom of God ; her voice the harmony of the world. All things in heaven and earth do her homage ; the very least as feeling her care, and the greatest as not exempted from her power.
120. oldal - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels trumpet-tongued against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
290. oldal - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind. The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
320. oldal - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise. In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.