Cyclopaedia of English Literature: First period, from the earliest times to 1400Robert Chambers Gould, Kendall and Lincoln, 1847 |
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... taste . It was almost exclusively devoted to the rhetorical literature , elegant but artificial , which flourished during the earlier half of the eighteenth century , overlooking even the great names of Chaucer and Spenser , as well as ...
... taste . It was almost exclusively devoted to the rhetorical literature , elegant but artificial , which flourished during the earlier half of the eighteenth century , overlooking even the great names of Chaucer and Spenser , as well as ...
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... taste may come ; And if ye no rest can take . All night minstrels for you shall wake . IMMEDIATE PREDECESSORS OF CHAUCER . Hitherto , we have seen English poetry only in the forms of the chronicle and the romance : of its many other ...
... taste may come ; And if ye no rest can take . All night minstrels for you shall wake . IMMEDIATE PREDECESSORS OF CHAUCER . Hitherto , we have seen English poetry only in the forms of the chronicle and the romance : of its many other ...
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... Taste . 13 Prosperity has ceased . 16 Without fear . 17 Nail . 20 That ( which ) . 18 Earthen pitcher . 21 Humility , obedience . Waiveth thy lust and let thy ghost1 thee lead , And truth thee shall deliver ' t is no drede . However far ...
... Taste . 13 Prosperity has ceased . 16 Without fear . 17 Nail . 20 That ( which ) . 18 Earthen pitcher . 21 Humility , obedience . Waiveth thy lust and let thy ghost1 thee lead , And truth thee shall deliver ' t is no drede . However far ...
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... taste upon the romance writers who flourished before him in England . A lost work of his , entitled The Brute , probably another in addition to the many versions of the story of Brutus of Troy , first made popular by Geoffrey of ...
... taste upon the romance writers who flourished before him in England . A lost work of his , entitled The Brute , probably another in addition to the many versions of the story of Brutus of Troy , first made popular by Geoffrey of ...
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... taste full sour ! The large green courts where we were wont to hove , With eyes cast up into the Maiden Tower , And easy sighs such as folk draw in love . The stately seats , the ladies bright of hue ; The dances short , long tales of ...
... taste full sour ! The large green courts where we were wont to hove , With eyes cast up into the Maiden Tower , And easy sighs such as folk draw in love . The stately seats , the ladies bright of hue ; The dances short , long tales of ...
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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!