The British Bibliographer, Band 1R. Triphook, 1810 |
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... soule a wound . Then Cutbert Scot of Briton bloud , a newe sprong starre indede , At Chester very painfully his aithfull flocke dyd fede . But heresy not yet content , wyth bloud which she had shedde , Began to spoyle thunspotted shepe ...
... soule a wound . Then Cutbert Scot of Briton bloud , a newe sprong starre indede , At Chester very painfully his aithfull flocke dyd fede . But heresy not yet content , wyth bloud which she had shedde , Began to spoyle thunspotted shepe ...
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... soule no vain of words e stanch . No golden Andwerpe , no of truth they seke no gold of thyne , A cheat of thanks for popysh priests to cram their prolling pine . Let England now a flouryng land to peace and blysse affyde , Teach thee ...
... soule no vain of words e stanch . No golden Andwerpe , no of truth they seke no gold of thyne , A cheat of thanks for popysh priests to cram their prolling pine . Let England now a flouryng land to peace and blysse affyde , Teach thee ...
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... soule doth set and sell , Might not haue dyed , and in an honest graue , After his death , gone thether for to dwell : And I come there , long after he were dead , And purchase so his filthy panders head . Or Or say ' twere thus , some ...
... soule doth set and sell , Might not haue dyed , and in an honest graue , After his death , gone thether for to dwell : And I come there , long after he were dead , And purchase so his filthy panders head . Or Or say ' twere thus , some ...
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... soule , what deformyte and foule mysshapennes thoroughe our owne wyckednesse , and howe foule monsters we doo brede nouryshe and bryng foorth ; a hundered tymes more horryble to the eyes of God , than thys is vnto manne . " - ART . VII ...
... soule , what deformyte and foule mysshapennes thoroughe our owne wyckednesse , and howe foule monsters we doo brede nouryshe and bryng foorth ; a hundered tymes more horryble to the eyes of God , than thys is vnto manne . " - ART . VII ...
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... soule , and corrupt ye . minde , hailing it to distruction ; if the great mercy of God be not present . " He has taxed his imagination to the utmost to characterize a firm for the manufacture and promulgation of the books so obnoxious ...
... soule , and corrupt ye . minde , hailing it to distruction ; if the great mercy of God be not present . " He has taxed his imagination to the utmost to characterize a firm for the manufacture and promulgation of the books so obnoxious ...
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Seite 90 - STELLA, think not that I by verse seek fame, Who seek, who hope, who love, who live but thee; Thine eyes my pride, thy lips mine history : If thou praise not, all other praise is shame. Nor so ambitious am I, as to frame A nest for my young praise in laurel tree : In truth, I swear I wish not there should be Graved in my epitaph a Poet's name. Nor, if I would, could I just title make, That any laud thereof to me should grow, Without my plumes from others...
Seite 89 - They deem, and of their doom the rumour flies, That poison foul of bubbling Pride doth lie So in my swelling breast, that only I Fawn on myself, and others do despise; Yet Pride, I think, doth not my soul possess, Which looks too oft in his...
Seite 91 - Joy's livery wear, While those fair planets on thy streams did shine ; The boat for joy could not to' dance forbear, While wanton winds, with beauty so divine Ravish'd, stay'd not, till in her golden hair They did themselves (O sweetest prison) twine. And...
Seite 34 - The most ancient and famous History of the renowned Prince Arthur King of Britaine, Wherein is declared his Life and Death, with all his glorious Battailes against the Saxons, Saracens and Pagans, which (for the honour of his Country) he most worthily atchieued.
Seite 185 - Britain's Remembrancer : containing a Narration of the Plague lately Past ; a Declaration of the Mischiefs Present, and a Prediction of Judgments to Come (if Repentance Prevent not). It is Dedicated (for the Glory of God) to Posteritie ; and to these Times (if they please), by Geo. Wither.
Seite 90 - In martial sports I had my cunning tried, And yet to break more staves did me address, While with the people's shouts (I must confess) Youth, luck, and praise, even fill'd my veins with pride — When Cupid having me (his slave) descried In Mars's livery, prancing in the press, " What now, Sir Fool !" said he ; "I would no less: Look here, I say.
Seite 88 - ... host, And wise thoughts do behold what the Creator is. Contemplation here holdeth his only seat, Bounded with no limits, borne with a wing of hope, Climbs even unto the stars ; Nature is under it. Nought disturbs thy quiet, all to thy service yields ; Each sight draws on a thought (thought, mother of science) Sweet birds kindly do grant harmony unto thee ; Fair trees' shade is enough fortification, Nor danger to thyself if be not in thyself.
Seite 176 - Come, ye sons of human race, In this chorus take your place, And amid the mortal throng Be you masters of the song: Angels and supernal powers, Be the noblest tenor yours: Let, in praise of God, the sound Run a never-ending round, That our song of praise may be Everlasting as is He.
Seite 89 - Townsfolk my strength ; a daintier judge applies His praise to sleight, which from good use. doth rise; Some lucky wits impute it but to chance ; Others, because of both sides I do take My blood from them, who did excel in this, Think Nature me a man of arms did make.
Seite 91 - But her sight his cares did banish. In his sight her yoke did vanish. Wept they had, alas the while. But now tears themselves did smile.