Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and Biographical, of British Authors, from the Earliest to the Present Times, 1 tomasRobert Chambers W. and R. Chambers, 1844 - 4 psl. |
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... called an avaritious man or an chinch , as well should ye keep you and govern you in such wise , that men call you not fool - large ; therefore , saith Tullius , The goods of thine house ne should not ben hid ne kept so close , but that ...
... called an avaritious man or an chinch , as well should ye keep you and govern you in such wise , that men call you not fool - large ; therefore , saith Tullius , The goods of thine house ne should not ben hid ne kept so close , but that ...
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... called The King's Quhair , or Book , in which he describes the circumstances of an attach- ment which he formed , while a prisoner in Windsor Castle , to a young English princess whom he saw walking in the adjacent garden . This lady ...
... called The King's Quhair , or Book , in which he describes the circumstances of an attach- ment which he formed , while a prisoner in Windsor Castle , to a young English princess whom he saw walking in the adjacent garden . This lady ...
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... called the London Lyck- penny , is curious for the particulars it gives respect- ing the city of London in the early part of the fifteenth century . The poet has come to town in search of legal redress for some wrong , and visits , in ...
... called the London Lyck- penny , is curious for the particulars it gives respect- ing the city of London in the early part of the fifteenth century . The poet has come to town in search of legal redress for some wrong , and visits , in ...
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... called to a prose writer of eminence , the first since the time of Chaucer and Wickliffe . This was SIR JOHN FORTESCUE , Chief Justice of the King's Bench under Henry VI . , and a constant adherent of the fortunes of that monarch . He ...
... called to a prose writer of eminence , the first since the time of Chaucer and Wickliffe . This was SIR JOHN FORTESCUE , Chief Justice of the King's Bench under Henry VI . , and a constant adherent of the fortunes of that monarch . He ...
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... called him thrice by his own name . And when the holy man had answered him , he said , none in this world is so great a sinner , but if he convert him , our Lord would pardon him ; but who that sleeth himself with hard penance , shall ...
... called him thrice by his own name . And when the holy man had answered him , he said , none in this world is so great a sinner , but if he convert him , our Lord would pardon him ; but who that sleeth himself with hard penance , shall ...
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334 psl. - And ever against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed, and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running; Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony: That Orpheus...
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