Sketches of English Literature: With Considerations on the Spirit of the Times, Men, and Revolutions, Volume 1H. Colburn, 1837 |
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... ladye - loves ; Jews slaughtered and slaughtering one another , conspiring with lepers to poison the wells and springs ; tribunals of all sorts , sentencing , by virtue of all kinds of laws , to all sorts of punishments , accused ...
... ladye - loves ; Jews slaughtered and slaughtering one another , conspiring with lepers to poison the wells and springs ; tribunals of all sorts , sentencing , by virtue of all kinds of laws , to all sorts of punishments , accused ...
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... ladye , lord ? Now rise up wightlye , man , for shame , Never lye soe cowardlee ; For it is told in my father's halle You dye for love of mee . Fayre ladye , it is for your love That all BALLADS AND SONGS . 121.
... ladye , lord ? Now rise up wightlye , man , for shame , Never lye soe cowardlee ; For it is told in my father's halle You dye for love of mee . Fayre ladye , it is for your love That all BALLADS AND SONGS . 121.
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... ladye , it is for your love That all this dill I drye : For if you wold comfort me with a kisse , Then were I brought from bale to blisse , No longer would I lye . Sir knighte , my father is a kinge , I am his only heire ; Alas ! and ...
... ladye , it is for your love That all this dill I drye : For if you wold comfort me with a kisse , Then were I brought from bale to blisse , No longer would I lye . Sir knighte , my father is a kinge , I am his only heire ; Alas ! and ...
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... ladye came As ever ware woman's weede . Sayes , Christ you save ! good Childe Watèrs Sayes , Christ you save ! and see My girdle of gold , that was too longe , Is now too short for mee . And all is with one childe of yours , I feel ...
... ladye came As ever ware woman's weede . Sayes , Christ you save ! good Childe Watèrs Sayes , Christ you save ! and see My girdle of gold , that was too longe , Is now too short for mee . And all is with one childe of yours , I feel ...
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... ladye that I can finde , Ellen must goe with mee . Thoughe I am not that ladye fayre , Yet let me goe with thee ; And ever , I praye you , Childe Waters , Your foot - page let me bee . If you will my foot - page bee , Ellèn , As you doe ...
... ladye that I can finde , Ellen must goe with mee . Thoughe I am not that ladye fayre , Yet let me goe with thee ; And ever , I praye you , Childe Waters , Your foot - page let me bee . If you will my foot - page bee , Ellèn , As you doe ...
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Anglo-Saxon ballad barbarous bard beauty bishops castle catholic Cauline century character Charles Childe Waters Christ christian church civil clergy composed court Dante Dargo death Earl Elector of Saxony Elizabeth Ellen England English literature epoch Erasmus faith father fayre France French French language genius glory hand haue heaven Henry VIII heresies idiom James Juliet King knights ladies ladye Latin laws liberty lives Lord Luther manners ment middle ages Milton mind minstrels Molière monk nations nature never noble Norman parliament Petrarch poem poet poetry political pope priest princes protestantism Queen reformation reign religion revolution Robert Wace Roman Rome Romeo Romeo and Juliet satires says scenes Scotland Shak Shakspeare Shakspeare's sing society song spirit style sword taste thee thing third estate thou tomb tragedy troubadours trouvère verse whilst William William the Conqueror words writings
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Página 272 - There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke ; When down her weedy trophies and herself Fell in the weeping brook.
Página 274 - O Proserpina ! For the flowers now that frighted thou let'st fall From 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...
Página 313 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Página 268 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east ; Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund Day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops.
Página 312 - 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 ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
Página 274 - 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 ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids ; bold oxlips and The crown imperial ; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one ! O, these I lack, To make you garlands of, and my sweet friend, To strew him o'er and o'er ! Flo.
Página 229 - For whilst to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart Hath from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphic lines with deep impression took, Then thou our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble with too much conceiving; And so...
Página 274 - What you do, Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, I'd have you do it ever: when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so; and for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still, still so, and own No other function.
Página 272 - Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples, That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them...
Página 312 - 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. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long.