Cyclopaedia of English Literature: First period, from the earliest times to 1400Robert Chambers Gould, Kendall and Lincoln, 1847 |
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8. oldal
... unto Catheness . Another street ordained he , And goes to Wales to Saint Davy . Two causeways o'er the lond o - bread , That men o'er - thort in passage yede . When they were made as he chese , He commanded till all have peace ; All ...
... unto Catheness . Another street ordained he , And goes to Wales to Saint Davy . Two causeways o'er the lond o - bread , That men o'er - thort in passage yede . When they were made as he chese , He commanded till all have peace ; All ...
21. oldal
... unto an old man villainy , ENGLISH LITERATURE . But hel trespass in word or else in deed . In holy writ ye may yourselven read ; # 4 Against an old man , hoar upon his hede , Ye should arise : " therefore I give you rede2 Ne do'th unto ...
... unto an old man villainy , ENGLISH LITERATURE . But hel trespass in word or else in deed . In holy writ ye may yourselven read ; # 4 Against an old man , hoar upon his hede , Ye should arise : " therefore I give you rede2 Ne do'th unto ...
23. oldal
... unto thy good though it be small ; For hoard hath hate , and climbing tickleness , Press hath envy , and weal is blent13 o'er all ; Savour14 no more than thee behoven shall ; Redels well thyself , that otherfolk can'st rede , And truth ...
... unto thy good though it be small ; For hoard hath hate , and climbing tickleness , Press hath envy , and weal is blent13 o'er all ; Savour14 no more than thee behoven shall ; Redels well thyself , that otherfolk can'st rede , And truth ...
34. oldal
... unto the harm of another person . And Tullius saith , That no sorrow , ne no dread of death , ne no- thing that may fall unto a man , is so muckle agains nature as a man to increase his own profit to harm of another man . And though the ...
... unto the harm of another person . And Tullius saith , That no sorrow , ne no dread of death , ne no- thing that may fall unto a man , is so muckle agains nature as a man to increase his own profit to harm of another man . And though the ...
37. oldal
... unto your excellence ? If ye a goddess be , and that ye like To do me pain , may it not astart : 8 If ye be warldly wight , that doth me sike , 9 Why list 10 God make you so , my dearest heart , To do a seely 11 prisoner this smart ...
... unto your excellence ? If ye a goddess be , and that ye like To do me pain , may it not astart : 8 If ye be warldly wight , that doth me sike , 9 Why list 10 God make you so , my dearest heart , To do a seely 11 prisoner this smart ...
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108. oldal - 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.
106. oldal - 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.
335. oldal - 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...
84. oldal - 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.
108. oldal - 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...
184. oldal - 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...
186. oldal - 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...
119. oldal - 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.
366. oldal - 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!
172. oldal - 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!