Chambers's Cyclopaedia of English Literature: A History Critical and Biographical of Authors in the English Tongue from the Earliest Times Till the Present Day, with Specimens of Their Writing, Band 1W. & R. Chambers, 1901 |
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... haue iseid seide pe doctor . i can seie no bettere Forte do as doctours tellep . for dowel i hit holde pat trauailep to teche opere . for dobet i holde hit And he þat dop as he techep . i holde hit for pe beste . Qui facit et docuerit ...
... haue iseid seide pe doctor . i can seie no bettere Forte do as doctours tellep . for dowel i hit holde pat trauailep to teche opere . for dobet i holde hit And he þat dop as he techep . i holde hit for pe beste . Qui facit et docuerit ...
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... haue said that it were good ffor the kyng that the commons off Englande were made pore , as be the commons off Ffraunce . Ffor than thai wolde not rebelle , as now thai done oftentymes ; wich the commons off Ffraunce do not , nor mey ...
... haue said that it were good ffor the kyng that the commons off Englande were made pore , as be the commons off Ffraunce . Ffor than thai wolde not rebelle , as now thai done oftentymes ; wich the commons off Ffraunce do not , nor mey ...
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... haue not so much ffredome in thair owne godis , nor be entreted by so ffauerable lawes as we be , except a ffewe regions be ffore specified . Item , we se dayly , how men that haue lost thair godis , and be ffallen into pouerte , be ...
... haue not so much ffredome in thair owne godis , nor be entreted by so ffauerable lawes as we be , except a ffewe regions be ffore specified . Item , we se dayly , how men that haue lost thair godis , and be ffallen into pouerte , be ...
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... haue shewyd to yow in thys booke a - foore how gentilmen began , and how the law of armys was first ordant , and how moni colowris ther be in cootarmuris , and the difference of cootarmuris with mony other thynggis that here needis not ...
... haue shewyd to yow in thys booke a - foore how gentilmen began , and how the law of armys was first ordant , and how moni colowris ther be in cootarmuris , and the difference of cootarmuris with mony other thynggis that here needis not ...
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... haue gone ferre and brought his pur- pose to good effect , if he hadde entendyd wel ; but it is to demeane and presuppose that the entent of hym was nat good , wherfore it myght nat come to any good con- clucyon . . . Than vpon the v ...
... haue gone ferre and brought his pur- pose to good effect , if he hadde entendyd wel ; but it is to demeane and presuppose that the entent of hym was nat good , wherfore it myght nat come to any good con- clucyon . . . Than vpon the v ...
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Seite 368 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves ; And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms...
Seite 356 - This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands, — This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed, and famous by their birth...
Seite 362 - Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied : for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted the sooner it wears.
Seite 368 - Dis's waggon! daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
Seite 355 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself...
Seite 358 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Seite 349 - A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull, Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold. ' A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Seite 362 - A made a finer end, and went away, an it had been any christom child ; 'a parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide : for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers...
Seite 349 - 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.
Seite 408 - And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines ! Which were so richly spun, and woven so fit, As, since, she will vouchsafe no other wit. The merry Greek, tart Aristophanes, Neat Terence, witty Plautus, now not please ; But antiquated and deserted lie, As they were not of nature's family. Yet must I not give nature all ; thy art, My gentle SHAKESPEARE, must enjoy a part.