Chaucer to BurnsWilliam James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard C. Scribner's Sons, 1883 |
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... John Beaumont , elder brother of Beaumont , the dramatist , who wrote the Crown of Thorns ; Donne , who wrote Sacred Sonnets , probably after James had made him Dean of St. Paul's ; Cowley , who wrote the Davideis ; Habington , who ...
... John Beaumont , elder brother of Beaumont , the dramatist , who wrote the Crown of Thorns ; Donne , who wrote Sacred Sonnets , probably after James had made him Dean of St. Paul's ; Cowley , who wrote the Davideis ; Habington , who ...
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... John Phillips , the sons of his dead sister Anne , and where he still meditated the Muse . He sketched out the plans of several sacred dramas , one on Sodom , another on The Deluge , another on The Redemption of Isaac , and― greatest of ...
... John Phillips , the sons of his dead sister Anne , and where he still meditated the Muse . He sketched out the plans of several sacred dramas , one on Sodom , another on The Deluge , another on The Redemption of Isaac , and― greatest of ...
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... JOHN HEYWOOD : A Praise of his Lady ..... PAGE 3 4 5 6 7 789 a 9 II 12 12 13 13 14 JOHN HARINGTON : The Heart of stone GEORGE GASCOIGNE :
... JOHN HEYWOOD : A Praise of his Lady ..... PAGE 3 4 5 6 7 789 a 9 II 12 12 13 13 14 JOHN HARINGTON : The Heart of stone GEORGE GASCOIGNE :
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William James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard. JOHN HARINGTON : The Heart of stone GEORGE GASCOIGNE : The Arraignment ... JOHN LYLY : Song of Apelles Pan's Syrinx . SIR EDWARD DYER : Mind's Wealth SIR PHILIP SIDNEY : Heart and Soul . The ...
William James Linton, Richard Henry Stoddard. JOHN HARINGTON : The Heart of stone GEORGE GASCOIGNE : The Arraignment ... JOHN LYLY : Song of Apelles Pan's Syrinx . SIR EDWARD DYER : Mind's Wealth SIR PHILIP SIDNEY : Heart and Soul . The ...
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... JOHN LAVIES ( of Hereford ) : The Picture of an Happy Man The Shooting Star .. In praise of Music .. 3323 73 73 74 75 77 73 79 81 888888 82 84 85 JOHN DAVIES ( of Hereford ) : Love's Blazonry . CONTENTS . xlv.
... JOHN LAVIES ( of Hereford ) : The Picture of an Happy Man The Shooting Star .. In praise of Music .. 3323 73 73 74 75 77 73 79 81 888888 82 84 85 JOHN DAVIES ( of Hereford ) : Love's Blazonry . CONTENTS . xlv.
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Seite 225 - Going to the Wars TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True; a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such, As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Seite 106 - Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! &c.
Seite 262 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame...
Seite 104 - Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, but let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Seite 200 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips, and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks, and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Seite 288 - ... eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire ? And what shoulder and what art Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And, when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand and what dread feet? What the hammer? What the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? What dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears, And water'd heaven with...
Seite 111 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Seite 129 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Seite 110 - Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall out-live this powerful rhyme ; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword, nor war's quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory.
Seite 278 - Toll for the brave! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock; She sprang no fatal leak, She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.