Chaucer to BurnsWilliam James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard C. Scribner's Sons, 1883 |
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... minds of the illiter- ate , and it was common to the period . Geoffrey of Gorham is said to have written a miracle - play of St. Katharine in the first years of the twelfth century , and Hilarius , who had studied under Abelard at ...
... minds of the illiter- ate , and it was common to the period . Geoffrey of Gorham is said to have written a miracle - play of St. Katharine in the first years of the twelfth century , and Hilarius , who had studied under Abelard at ...
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... minds of his country- men , and how to reach them effectively . A specimen of the measure of Piers Ploughman will show what it is like . Here are the first twelve lines , which hardly require a glossary . " In a somer seson When softe ...
... minds of his country- men , and how to reach them effectively . A specimen of the measure of Piers Ploughman will show what it is like . Here are the first twelve lines , which hardly require a glossary . " In a somer seson When softe ...
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... mind and vigorous common - sense made satire powerful , if they could not make it poeti- cal . The line which began with Hall and Marston , ended with Pope and Churchill — with Pope , in whose little hand satire was the keenest of ...
... mind and vigorous common - sense made satire powerful , if they could not make it poeti- cal . The line which began with Hall and Marston , ended with Pope and Churchill — with Pope , in whose little hand satire was the keenest of ...
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... Mind's Wealth SIR PHILIP SIDNEY : Heart and Soul . The Meeting .. Love is dead Epithalamium .. Sonnets to Stella ...... FULKE GREVILLE , LORD BROOKE : Cynthia .... PAGE 16 16 18 20 20 21 223 23 24 25 27 28 33 34 47 47 48 49 51 54 55 58 ...
... Mind's Wealth SIR PHILIP SIDNEY : Heart and Soul . The Meeting .. Love is dead Epithalamium .. Sonnets to Stella ...... FULKE GREVILLE , LORD BROOKE : Cynthia .... PAGE 16 16 18 20 20 21 223 23 24 25 27 28 33 34 47 47 48 49 51 54 55 58 ...
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... Mind content Two Hearts in One .. Love unaltered .. THOMAS NASH : Spring Summer MICHAEL DRAYTON : Rowland's Roundelay Song of Motto and Perkin What love is The Divorce CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE : The Passionate Shepherd to his Love UNCERTAIN ...
... Mind content Two Hearts in One .. Love unaltered .. THOMAS NASH : Spring Summer MICHAEL DRAYTON : Rowland's Roundelay Song of Motto and Perkin What love is The Divorce CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE : The Passionate Shepherd to his Love UNCERTAIN ...
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Стр. 225 - Going to the Wars TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True; a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such, As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Стр. 106 - Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! &c.
Стр. 262 - 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...
Стр. 104 - Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, but let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Стр. 200 - 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.
Стр. 288 - ... eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire ? And what shoulder and what art Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And, when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand and what dread feet? What the hammer? What the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? What dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears, And water'd heaven with...
Стр. 111 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Стр. 129 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Стр. 110 - Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall out-live this powerful rhyme ; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword, nor war's quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory.
Стр. 278 - Toll for the brave! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock; She sprang no fatal leak, She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.