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... ; to the which , as they sayen , St. Gabriel , the angel , oftentimes told the will of God . 1 Call . 2 Remind . 3 True . Lecture the Chird . CAUSES OF THE DEARTH IN LITERATURE 58 [ LECT . II . SIR JOHN MANDEVILLE .
... ; to the which , as they sayen , St. Gabriel , the angel , oftentimes told the will of God . 1 Call . 2 Remind . 3 True . Lecture the Chird . CAUSES OF THE DEARTH IN LITERATURE 58 [ LECT . II . SIR JOHN MANDEVILLE .
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... to the patron- age of learning . This dark period was , it is true , occasionally relieved by some light of genius twinkling through its murky gloom . To a brief notice of the writers who afforded this relief , we shall.
... to the patron- age of learning . This dark period was , it is true , occasionally relieved by some light of genius twinkling through its murky gloom . To a brief notice of the writers who afforded this relief , we shall.
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... true , All love is lost but upon God alone . With notis glad , and glorious harmony , This joyful Merle , so salust she the day , While rung the woodis of her melody , Saying , Awake ye lovers of this May ; Lo , fresh Flora has ...
... true , All love is lost but upon God alone . With notis glad , and glorious harmony , This joyful Merle , so salust she the day , While rung the woodis of her melody , Saying , Awake ye lovers of this May ; Lo , fresh Flora has ...
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... true love or none ? He is most true and stedfast paramour , And love is lost but upon him alone . The Merle said , Why put God so great beauty In ladies , with sic womanly having , But gif he would that they suld lovit be ? To love eke ...
... true love or none ? He is most true and stedfast paramour , And love is lost but upon him alone . The Merle said , Why put God so great beauty In ladies , with sic womanly having , But gif he would that they suld lovit be ? To love eke ...
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... true loves- For them they ' ll see na mair . O lang lang may the ladyes sit , Wi ' their fans into their hand , Before they see Sir Patrick Spens Come sailing to the strand ! 1 Sky . 2 Spring . 3 Loath . 4 Shoes . And lang lang may the ...
... true loves- For them they ' ll see na mair . O lang lang may the ladyes sit , Wi ' their fans into their hand , Before they see Sir Patrick Spens Come sailing to the strand ! 1 Sky . 2 Spring . 3 Loath . 4 Shoes . And lang lang may the ...
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afterward beauty became Ben Jonson bishop born bright Cæsar Cambridge character Charles Chaucer church College court death delight died divine doth dramas Earl earth Elizabeth England English English language eyes Faery Queen fair fancy father fear flowers genius give grace hath heart heaven Henry the Eighth holy honour Hudibras James JOHN Jonson king king's lady language Latin learning Leicestershire light literary live London Lord mind moral muse nature never night Oxford passage passed passion period play poems poet poetical poetry praise prince prose published queen reign remarks satire Scotland Scripture Shakspeare sing Sir Patrick Spens sleep song soon soul spirit studies style sweet tell thee things thought tongue translation Trinity College university of Cambridge university of Oxford unto verse Westminster Abbey Westminster school Wickliffe wind writer wrote
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Side 210 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly...
Side 316 - 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.
Side 478 - 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.
Side 299 - O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name! Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Side 310 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Side 217 - Come, let us go, while we are in our prime, And take the harmless folly of the time! We shall grow old apace, and die Before we know our liberty. Our life is short, and our days run As fast away as does the sun. And, as a vapour or a drop of rain, Once lost, can ne'er be found again, So when or you or I are made A fable, song, or fleeting shade, All love, all liking, all delight Lies drown'd with us in endless night. Then, while time serves, and we are but decaying, Come, my Corinna, come, let's...
Side 477 - And, though the shady Gloom Had given Day her room, The Sun himself withheld his wonted speed, And hid his head for shame, As his inferior flame The new-enlightened world no more should need : He saw a greater Sun appear Than his bright throne or burning axletree could bear.
Side 483 - Hurled headlong flaming from th' ethereal sky, With hideous ruin and combustion, down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In adamantine chains and penal fire, Who durst defy th
Side 390 - But little do men perceive what solitude is, and how far it extendeth. For a crowd is not company ; and faces are but a gallery of pictures ; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.
Side 480 - Hermes, or unsphere The spirit of Plato, to unfold What worlds or what vast regions hold The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook...