Censura Literaria: Containing Titles, Abstracts, and Opinions of Old English Books, with Original Disquisitions, Articles of Biography, and Other Literary Antiquities, Band 1Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1815 |
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... swete , this ylle dyet shuld make you pale and wan . Wherfore I to the wood wyl goo alone a banysshid man . Amonge the wylde dere suche an archier , as men say that ye bee Ne may not fayle of good vitayle , where is so grete plente ...
... swete , this ylle dyet shuld make you pale and wan . Wherfore I to the wood wyl goo alone a banysshid man . Amonge the wylde dere suche an archier , as men say that ye bee Ne may not fayle of good vitayle , where is so grete plente ...
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... swete report of Fame , of the fayre Lady la bell Pucell , in the tower of Musike . Howe Fame departed from graunde Amoure , and left him gouernaunce and grace , and how he went to the tower of doctrine . How he was let in by ...
... swete report of Fame , of the fayre Lady la bell Pucell , in the tower of Musike . Howe Fame departed from graunde Amoure , and left him gouernaunce and grace , and how he went to the tower of doctrine . How he was let in by ...
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... eyen gray , her nose streyght and fayre , In her whyte chekes the fayre bloud it went , As among the whyte the rede to repayre , Her mouth right small , her breth swete of ayre , " Her lyppes softe and ruddy as a rose , 37.
... eyen gray , her nose streyght and fayre , In her whyte chekes the fayre bloud it went , As among the whyte the rede to repayre , Her mouth right small , her breth swete of ayre , " Her lyppes softe and ruddy as a rose , 37.
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... swete a creature ; Nothing she lacketh as I do suppose That is longing to fayre dame nature ; Yet more ouer her countenaunce so pure , So swete , so louely , wold any hert inspyre Wyth feruent loue to attayne his desyre . " Hawes ...
... swete a creature ; Nothing she lacketh as I do suppose That is longing to fayre dame nature ; Yet more ouer her countenaunce so pure , So swete , so louely , wold any hert inspyre Wyth feruent loue to attayne his desyre . " Hawes ...
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... swete at that Therfore spare your good that ye haue in hap Wherefore sholde not I take no sorowe agayne Ye certes there is none that wyll me ony thynge lene Euen thus the whele of fortune rennethe And yf good locke dyde rayne , I sholde ...
... swete at that Therfore spare your good that ye haue in hap Wherefore sholde not I take no sorowe agayne Ye certes there is none that wyll me ony thynge lene Euen thus the whele of fortune rennethe And yf good locke dyde rayne , I sholde ...
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Seite xx - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village- Hampden, that, with dauntless breast, The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Seite 13 - To love them wele, for never a dele They love a man agayne : For...
Seite xlv - There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart— It does not feel for man ; the natural bond Of brotherhood is severed as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire.
Seite 18 - Which is my heritage, I will you bring; and with a ring By way of marri-age I will you take, and lady make, As shortly as I can: Thus have ye won an earl-es son And not a banished man.
Seite xlv - OH for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumor of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more...
Seite 175 - Her eyes are sapphires set in snow, Refining heaven by every wink; The gods do fear whenas they glow, And I do tremble when I think: Heigh ho, would she were mine! Her cheeks are like the blushing cloud That beautifies Aurora's face, Or like the silver crimson shroud That Phoebus' smiling looks doth grace: Heigh ho, fair Rosaline!
Seite 16 - For, lyke as ye have sayed to me, In lyke wyse hardely Ye wolde answere whosoever it were, In way of company. It is sayd of olde, Sone hote, sone colde ; And so is a woman.
Seite 175 - With orient pearl, with ruby red, With marble white, with sapphire blue Her body every way is fed, Yet soft in touch and sweet in view: Heigh ho, fair Rosaline! Nature herself her shape admires; The gods are wounded in her sight; And Love forsakes his heavenly fires And at her eyes his brand doth light: Heigh ho, would she were mine!
Seite 236 - Wether pleasaunt, Drye, and not mysty, the wynde calme and styll, That after our houndes yournynge so meryly; Chasynge the dere ouer dale and hyll, In herynge we may folow, and to comfort the cry.
Seite 15 - men ' many one : For in my mynde, of all mankynde I love but you alone.