English Masterpieces, Volume 1P. Owen, 1957 |
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Page 373
... thought can add one cubit unto his stature ? And why take ye thought for raiment ? Consider the lilies of the field , how they grow ; they toil not , neither do they spin , and yet I say unto you , that even Solomon in all his glory was ...
... thought can add one cubit unto his stature ? And why take ye thought for raiment ? Consider the lilies of the field , how they grow ; they toil not , neither do they spin , and yet I say unto you , that even Solomon in all his glory was ...
Page 404
... thought to know , you shall be thought another time to know that you 20 know not . Speech of a man's self ought to be seldom , and well chosen . I knew one was wont to say in scorn , " He must needs be a wise man , he speaks so much of ...
... thought to know , you shall be thought another time to know that you 20 know not . Speech of a man's self ought to be seldom , and well chosen . I knew one was wont to say in scorn , " He must needs be a wise man , he speaks so much of ...
Page 713
... thought and mood . As a young man , he had been admonished by Walsh to be correct ; and correctness , as he himself says , he made his aim : justness of taste , but especially perfection in the one meter which he and his age esteemed ...
... thought and mood . As a young man , he had been admonished by Walsh to be correct ; and correctness , as he himself says , he made his aim : justness of taste , but especially perfection in the one meter which he and his age esteemed ...
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MIDDLE ENGLISH LITERATURE | 58 |
GEOFFREY CHAUCER | 97 |
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