Cyclopaedia of English Literature: First period, from the earliest times to 1400Robert Chambers Gould, Kendall and Lincoln, 1847 |
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... Song of the Polyolbion , 100 JOHN BELLENDEN , 71 David and Goliah , 102 Part of the Story of Macbeth , 71 EDWARD FAIRFAX , 103 The New Maneris and the Auld , of Scottis , 72 Description of Armida and her Enchanted Girdle , 103 Extract ...
... Song of the Polyolbion , 100 JOHN BELLENDEN , 71 David and Goliah , 102 Part of the Story of Macbeth , 71 EDWARD FAIRFAX , 103 The New Maneris and the Auld , of Scottis , 72 Description of Armida and her Enchanted Girdle , 103 Extract ...
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... Song ( Ask me no more where Jove bestows ) , 120 The Bag of the Bee , The Compliment , 120 • Upon a Child that Died , Song ( Would you know what's soft ? 120 Epitaph upon a Child , A Pastoral Dialogue , 121 · A Thanksgiving for his House , ...
... Song ( Ask me no more where Jove bestows ) , 120 The Bag of the Bee , The Compliment , 120 • Upon a Child that Died , Song ( Would you know what's soft ? 120 Epitaph upon a Child , A Pastoral Dialogue , 121 · A Thanksgiving for his House , ...
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... Song ( Come away , come away ) , 214 Song ( What bird so sings , yet so does wail ? ) 166 JOHN MARSTON , 215 GEORGE PEELE , 166 ROBERT TAYLOR - WILLIAM ROWLEY - CYRIL TOUR- Prologue to King David and Fair Bethsabe , 167 215 NEUR ...
... Song ( Come away , come away ) , 214 Song ( What bird so sings , yet so does wail ? ) 166 JOHN MARSTON , 215 GEORGE PEELE , 166 ROBERT TAYLOR - WILLIAM ROWLEY - CYRIL TOUR- Prologue to King David and Fair Bethsabe , 167 215 NEUR ...
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... Song- ( While on those lovely looks I gaze ) , Song- ( Too late , alas ! I must confess ) , 356 • • 357 357 319 Song- ( My dear mistress has a heart ) , 357 319 319 320 SIR CHARLES SEDLEY , Song ( Ah , Chloris ! could I now but sit ) ...
... Song- ( While on those lovely looks I gaze ) , Song- ( Too late , alas ! I must confess ) , 356 • • 357 357 319 Song- ( My dear mistress has a heart ) , 357 319 319 320 SIR CHARLES SEDLEY , Song ( Ah , Chloris ! could I now but sit ) ...
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... Song- ( Dorinda's sparkling wit and eyes ) , Song- ( To all you ladies now at land ) , 377 Of Modesty , opposed to Ambition , 410 377 THOMAS FULler , 411 377 The Good Schoolmaster , 412 DUKE OF BUCKINGHAMSHIRE , . Extract from the Essay ...
... Song- ( Dorinda's sparkling wit and eyes ) , Song- ( To all you ladies now at land ) , 377 Of Modesty , opposed to Ambition , 410 377 THOMAS FULler , 411 377 The Good Schoolmaster , 412 DUKE OF BUCKINGHAMSHIRE , . Extract from the Essay ...
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Стр. 108 - 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.
Стр. 106 - 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.
Стр. 335 - 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...
Стр. 84 - 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.
Стр. 108 - 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...
Стр. 184 - 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...
Стр. 186 - 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...
Стр. 119 - 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.
Стр. 366 - 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!
Стр. 172 - 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!