Cyclopaedia of English Literature: First period, from the earliest times to 1400Robert Chambers Gould, Kendall and Lincoln, 1847 |
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17. oldal
... gold in cofre ; But all that he might of his frendes hente , On bokes and on lerning he it spente ; And besily gan for the soules praie Of hem that yave him wherwith to scolaie . Of studie toke he most cure and hede . Not a word spake ...
... gold in cofre ; But all that he might of his frendes hente , On bokes and on lerning he it spente ; And besily gan for the soules praie Of hem that yave him wherwith to scolaie . Of studie toke he most cure and hede . Not a word spake ...
21. oldal
... gold be carried from this place Home to my house , or ellés unto yours , ( For well I wot that all this gold is ours ) Thenné were we in high felicity ; But truely by day may not be ; - Men woulden say that we were thieves strong , And ...
... gold be carried from this place Home to my house , or ellés unto yours , ( For well I wot that all this gold is ours ) Thenné were we in high felicity ; But truely by day may not be ; - Men woulden say that we were thieves strong , And ...
22. oldal
... gold rusteth what should iron do ? And if the priest be foul on whom we trust , What wonder if the unletter'd layman lust ? And shame it were in him the flock should keep , To see a sullied shepherd , and clean sheep . For sure a priest ...
... gold rusteth what should iron do ? And if the priest be foul on whom we trust , What wonder if the unletter'd layman lust ? And shame it were in him the flock should keep , To see a sullied shepherd , and clean sheep . For sure a priest ...
23. oldal
... gold yfinéd , And in your truth for to endure , Armeth yourself in strong armúre , ( Lest men assail your sikerness ) , 8 Set on your breast , yourself t ' assure , A mighty shield of doubleness . [ Last Verses of Chaucer , written on ...
... gold yfinéd , And in your truth for to endure , Armeth yourself in strong armúre , ( Lest men assail your sikerness ) , 8 Set on your breast , yourself t ' assure , A mighty shield of doubleness . [ Last Verses of Chaucer , written on ...
24. oldal
... gold so well begone , In kirtles and in copes rich They were clothed all alich , Departed even of white and blue , With all lusts that she knew , They were embroidered over all : Their bodies weren long and small , The beauty of their ...
... gold so well begone , In kirtles and in copes rich They were clothed all alich , Departed even of white and blue , With all lusts that she knew , They were embroidered over all : Their bodies weren long and small , The beauty of their ...
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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!