Cyclopaedia of English Literature: First period, from the earliest times to 1400Robert Chambers Gould, Kendall and Lincoln, 1847 |
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... fair , those crystal eyes ) , 118 To Blossoms , Sic Vita , 118 To Daffodils , The Dirge , 118 The Kiss - a Dialogue , FRANCIS BEAUMONT , 118 To the Virgins , to make much of their Time , Letter to Ben Jonson , 119 Twelfth Night , or ...
... fair , those crystal eyes ) , 118 To Blossoms , Sic Vita , 118 To Daffodils , The Dirge , 118 The Kiss - a Dialogue , FRANCIS BEAUMONT , 118 To the Virgins , to make much of their Time , Letter to Ben Jonson , 119 Twelfth Night , or ...
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... Fair , 161 Pastoral Love , 208 GEORGE BUCHANAN - DR ARTHUR JOHNSTON , 161 Melancholy , 209 The 137th Psalm , 162 The First of May , 162 Song- ( Look out , bright eyes , and bless the air ) , The Power of Love , 209 • 209 On Neæra , 162 ...
... Fair , 161 Pastoral Love , 208 GEORGE BUCHANAN - DR ARTHUR JOHNSTON , 161 Melancholy , 209 The 137th Psalm , 162 The First of May , 162 Song- ( Look out , bright eyes , and bless the air ) , The Power of Love , 209 • 209 On Neæra , 162 ...
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... fair and bright , That down they set them by the precious hoard : The worst of them he spake the firsté word . ' Brethren , ' quod he , take keep what I shall say ; My wit is great , though that I bourdes and play . This treasure hath ...
... fair and bright , That down they set them by the precious hoard : The worst of them he spake the firsté word . ' Brethren , ' quod he , take keep what I shall say ; My wit is great , though that I bourdes and play . This treasure hath ...
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... fair ambuland horse they set , That were all white , fair , and great ; And everich one ride on side . The saddles were of such a pride , So rich saw she never none ; With pearls and gold so well begone , In kirtles and in copes rich ...
... fair ambuland horse they set , That were all white , fair , and great ; And everich one ride on side . The saddles were of such a pride , So rich saw she never none ; With pearls and gold so well begone , In kirtles and in copes rich ...
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... fair ; and in the corners set Ane arbour green , with wandis long and small Railed about , and so with trees set Was all the place , and hawthorn hedges knet , That lyf was none walking there forbye , That might within scarce any wight ...
... fair ; and in the corners set Ane arbour green , with wandis long and small Railed about , and so with trees set Was all the place , and hawthorn hedges knet , That lyf was none walking there forbye , That might within scarce any wight ...
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
afterwards beauty Ben Jonson body breast breath Cædmon Cæsar called Charles II church court death delight divine doth Dryden Earl earth England English eyes Faery Queen fair fancy fear fire flowers gentle give grace hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven Henry Henry VIII holy honour Hudibras Izaak Walton Jeremy Taylor John Lesley Jonson king labour lady language learning light live look Lord Macbeth marriage mind muse nature never night noble nymph o'er passion play pleasure poem poet poetical poetry poor praise prince published Queen racter reign rich Scotland Shakspeare sing sleep song soul speak Spenser spirit St Serf style sweet taste tell thee thine things thou thought tion tongue truth unto verse virtue wind wine wise words write youth
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108 psl. - 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 psl. - 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 psl. - 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 psl. - 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 psl. - 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 psl. - 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 psl. - 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 psl. - 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 psl. - 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 psl. - 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!