Poetical Works of Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey: Minor Contemporaneous Poets, and Thomas Sackville, Lord BuckhurstHenry Howard Earl of Surrey, Thomas Sackville Earl of Dorset, Nicholas Grimald, Thomas Vaux Baron Vaux J. W. Parker and son, 1854 - 284 páginas |
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... hear nothing more of him till May - day in 1540 , when we find him making a brilliant figure at the jousts held in honour of 1 Amongst the real persons introduced into Jack Wilton's travels was Erasmus , who died at Basle in the same ...
... hear nothing more of him till May - day in 1540 , when we find him making a brilliant figure at the jousts held in honour of 1 Amongst the real persons introduced into Jack Wilton's travels was Erasmus , who died at Basle in the same ...
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... hear of Surrey's impetuous disposition took place in the following July , when , getting into a quarre with John à Leigh , a turbulent person of good family in Middlesex , he challenged him to fight . The cause of the quarrel is unknown ...
... hear of Surrey's impetuous disposition took place in the following July , when , getting into a quarre with John à Leigh , a turbulent person of good family in Middlesex , he challenged him to fight . The cause of the quarrel is unknown ...
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... hear and see all kinds of birds Well tune their voice with warble small , as nature hath them taught . ' Thus pricked me my lust the sluggish house to leave , And for my health I thought it best such counsel to receive . So on a morrow ...
... hear and see all kinds of birds Well tune their voice with warble small , as nature hath them taught . ' Thus pricked me my lust the sluggish house to leave , And for my health I thought it best such counsel to receive . So on a morrow ...
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... hear how love could him attaint . ' Ah ! wretched man , ' quoth he ; ' come , death , and rid this woe ; A just reward , a happy end , if it may chance thee so . Thy pleasures past have wrought thy woe without redress ; If thou hadst ...
... hear how love could him attaint . ' Ah ! wretched man , ' quoth he ; ' come , death , and rid this woe ; A just reward , a happy end , if it may chance thee so . Thy pleasures past have wrought thy woe without redress ; If thou hadst ...
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... hear nothing of any reconciliation afterwards , was the occasion probably of his renouncing his ill - fated passion . ' The whole of this is not only an assumption , unwarranted by evidence or authority of any kind , but an assumption ...
... hear nothing of any reconciliation afterwards , was the occasion probably of his renouncing his ill - fated passion . ' The whole of this is not only an assumption , unwarranted by evidence or authority of any kind , but an assumption ...
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Æneas Æneid afterwards amid amongst arms beauty behold blank verse blood Boleyn breast Creusa cruel death delight Dido doth dread Duke of Norfolk Earl of Surrey earth edition English eyes faith fame father feres flame foes GAWIN DOUGLAS George Boleyn gods Gordubuc grace Greekish Greeks grief Grimoald hand hast hath heart heaven Henry VIII honour hope Iulus king Lady lines live LORD BUCKHURST Lord Vaux LOVER mind never night Nott Nott's nought Octavo pain Petrarch pieces plain poem poet poetical poetry praise Priam Puttenham Queen quoth rage reign rest rhyme Sackville seas shalt shee shew sighs sight sister Sith sonnet sorrow Surrey's sweet sword tears thee thine things Thomas thou thought Tottel's Miscellany tower town travail Troy Troyan unto walls Warton wealth Wherewith wight wind woful words wrath wretched Wyatt youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 86 - MARTIAL, the things that do attain The happy life, be these, I find : The riches left, not got with pain ; The fruitful ground, the quiet mind : The equal friend, no grudge, no strife ; No charge of rule, nor governance ; Without disease, the healthful life ; The household of continuance...
Página 40 - THE soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings, With green hath clad the hill and eke the vale: The nightingale with feathers new she sings; The turtle to her mate hath told her tale.
Página 67 - I know she swore with raging mind, Her kingdom only set apart, There was no loss by law of kind That could have gone so near her heart ; And this was chiefly all her pain ; ' She could not make the like again.
Página 276 - And next in order sad, Old Age we found: His beard all hoar, his eyes hollow and blind ; With drooping cheer still poring on the ground, As on the place where nature him...
Página 90 - A valiant corpse, where force and beauty met, Happy alas, too happy but for foes, Lived, and ran the race that nature set ; Of manhood's shape where she the mould did lose.
Página 48 - Tuscan came my lady's worthy race, Fair Florence was sometime her ancient seat, The western isle whose pleasant shore doth face Wild Camber's cliffs did give her lively heat; Fostered she was with milk of Irish breast, Her sire an earl, her dame of princes' blood; From tender years in Britain she doth rest With king's child, where she tasteth costly food.
Página 139 - From jigging veins of rhyming mother wits, And such conceits as clownage keeps in pay, We'll lead you to the stately tent of war, Where you shall hear the Scythian Tamburlaine Threatening the world with high astounding terms, And scourging kingdoms with his conquering sword.
Página 276 - By him lay heavy Sleep, the cousin of Death, Flat on the ground and still as any stone, A very corpse, save yielding forth a breath; Small keep took he whom fortune frowned on Or whom she lifted up into the throne Of high renown; but as a living death, So, dead alive, of life he drew the breath.
Página 52 - SET me whereas the sun doth parch the green Or where his beams do not dissolve the ice; In temperate heat, where he is felt and seen; In presence prest of people, mad or wise; Set me in high, or yet in low degree; In longest night, or in the shortest day; In clearest sky, or where clouds thickest be; In lusty youth, or when my hairs are grey: Set me in heaven, in earth, or else in hell...
Página 40 - The turtle to her make hath told her tale. Summer is come, for every spray now springs: The hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings; The fishes...