A Compendium of English Literature, Chronologically Arranged from Sir John Mandeville to William Cowper: Consisting of Biographical Sketches of the Authors, Selections from Their Works, with Notes, Explanatory, Illustrative, and Directing to the Best Editions and to Various Criticisms ...E.C. & J. Biddle, 1854 - 776 páginas |
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... earth . But in some respects Wiclif claims precedence of Luther . We must ever bear in mind that he was two hundred years before him , and that he lived in a darker night of ignorance , and when the papal power was in its fullest ...
... earth . But in some respects Wiclif claims precedence of Luther . We must ever bear in mind that he was two hundred years before him , and that he lived in a darker night of ignorance , and when the papal power was in its fullest ...
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... earth either angel of heaven teacheth us the contrary of holy writ , or any thing against reason and charity , we should flee from him in that , as fro the foul fiend of hell , and hold us stedfastly to life and death , to the truth and ...
... earth either angel of heaven teacheth us the contrary of holy writ , or any thing against reason and charity , we should flee from him in that , as fro the foul fiend of hell , and hold us stedfastly to life and death , to the truth and ...
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... earth take no melancholy ; Be rich in patience , gif thou in goods be poor ; Who livis merry , he livis mightily : Without gladnéss availis no treasure . IV . Though all the werk that ever had livand wight Were only thine , no more thy ...
... earth take no melancholy ; Be rich in patience , gif thou in goods be poor ; Who livis merry , he livis mightily : Without gladnéss availis no treasure . IV . Though all the werk that ever had livand wight Were only thine , no more thy ...
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... earth when the hounds were at a fault , and with horns about their necks , to sound an alarm upon a silly fugitive . The hounds were straight uncoupled , and ere long the stag thought it better to trust to the nimbleness of his feet ...
... earth when the hounds were at a fault , and with horns about their necks , to sound an alarm upon a silly fugitive . The hounds were straight uncoupled , and ere long the stag thought it better to trust to the nimbleness of his feet ...
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... earth in so rich tapestry as divers poets have done ; neither with so pleasant rivers , fruit- ful trees , sweet - smelling flowers , nor whatsoever else may make the too - much - loved earth more lovely : her world is brazen , the ...
... earth in so rich tapestry as divers poets have done ; neither with so pleasant rivers , fruit- ful trees , sweet - smelling flowers , nor whatsoever else may make the too - much - loved earth more lovely : her world is brazen , the ...
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Página 170 - SINCE there's no help, come let us kiss and part. Nay, I have done, you get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain. Now at the last gasp of Love's latest breath, When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies, When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And Innocence is closing up his...
Página 139 - Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate thee : Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Página 251 - Tunes her nocturnal note: thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Página 595 - Th' applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes Their lot forbade ; nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind...
Página 135 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Página 521 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Página 129 - All the images of Nature were still present to him, and he drew them, not laboriously, but luckily; when he describes anything, you more than see it, you feel it too. Those who accuse him to have wanted learning, give him the greater commendation: he was naturally learned; he needed not the spectacles of books to read Nature; he looked inwards, and found her there.
Página 596 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
Página 244 - Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due ; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer. Who would not sing for Lycidas ? he knew 10 Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
Página 243 - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed spell, Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.