Chaucer to BurnsWilliam James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard C. Scribner's Sons, 1883 |
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... rose to the dignity of Archdeacon of Aberdeen , wrote The Broite , a metrical history of Scottish kings , from Brutus and his son Albanac down , The Bruce , a metrical history of that famous king and hero , and many Lives of Saints ...
... rose to the dignity of Archdeacon of Aberdeen , wrote The Broite , a metrical history of Scottish kings , from Brutus and his son Albanac down , The Bruce , a metrical history of that famous king and hero , and many Lives of Saints ...
Стр. xxvi
... Rose , The Golden Targe , The Dance of the Seven Deadly Sins , The Two Married Women and the Widow , The Devil's Inquest , A Win- ter's Walk , and The Merle and the Nightingale . Doug- las , scholar and prelate , wrote The Palice of ...
... Rose , The Golden Targe , The Dance of the Seven Deadly Sins , The Two Married Women and the Widow , The Devil's Inquest , A Win- ter's Walk , and The Merle and the Nightingale . Doug- las , scholar and prelate , wrote The Palice of ...
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... rose again in The Mirror for Magis- trates . There was a similar movement in the allegor- ical current in these Scottish poets . It rose and sank in James the First , and Dunbar , and Douglas , and rose again in England in The Pastime ...
... rose again in The Mirror for Magis- trates . There was a similar movement in the allegor- ical current in these Scottish poets . It rose and sank in James the First , and Dunbar , and Douglas , and rose again in England in The Pastime ...
Стр. xxx
... rose from dulness to dig- nity in the year before Shakespeare was born , when Sackville contributed the Induction , and The Com- plaint of Henry the Duke of Buckingham . Of the former Hallam says : " The Induction displays best his ...
... rose from dulness to dig- nity in the year before Shakespeare was born , when Sackville contributed the Induction , and The Com- plaint of Henry the Duke of Buckingham . Of the former Hallam says : " The Induction displays best his ...
Стр. xxxii
... rose to be successively Bishop of Exeter and Norwich , as well as a shining light in divinity , and Marston to the stage , for which he wrote eight comedies that are full of satiric power . He was dramatist enough to excite the enmity ...
... rose to be successively Bishop of Exeter and Norwich , as well as a shining light in divinity , and Marston to the stage , for which he wrote eight comedies that are full of satiric power . He was dramatist enough to excite the enmity ...
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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.