Sketches of English Literature: With Considerations on the Spirit of the Times, Men, and Revolutions, Band 1H. Colburn, 1836 |
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... Earl of Cornwall , in 1243 , thirty thousand dishes were served up ; and , in 1251 , sixty fat oxen were furnished by the Archbishop of York alone , for the marriage of Margaret of England with Alexander III . , King of Scot- land . The ...
... Earl of Cornwall , in 1243 , thirty thousand dishes were served up ; and , in 1251 , sixty fat oxen were furnished by the Archbishop of York alone , for the marriage of Margaret of England with Alexander III . , King of Scot- land . The ...
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... earl of North- umberland , ashamed of growing old , and fearing lest he should be carried off by disease , said to his friends : " Put on me my coat of mail ; gird my sword by my side ; place my helmet on my head , my buckler in my left ...
... earl of North- umberland , ashamed of growing old , and fearing lest he should be carried off by disease , said to his friends : " Put on me my coat of mail ; gird my sword by my side ; place my helmet on my head , my buckler in my left ...
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... Earl Torchill , to tell when the plague and the famine which were ravaging his domains should cease . Thorbiorga arrived towards evening ; she had on a gown of green cloth buttoned from top to bottom ; a collar of glass beads ; a black ...
... Earl Torchill , to tell when the plague and the famine which were ravaging his domains should cease . Thorbiorga arrived towards evening ; she had on a gown of green cloth buttoned from top to bottom ; a collar of glass beads ; a black ...
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... Earl Torchill was quite transported . In those days most unfortunate would have been the wight who had not been born a poet . Kings themselves were poets . Alfred the Great , Canute the Great , were the pride of the Walkiries . The ...
... Earl Torchill was quite transported . In those days most unfortunate would have been the wight who had not been born a poet . Kings themselves were poets . Alfred the Great , Canute the Great , were the pride of the Walkiries . The ...
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... Earl Guallève ( the renowned Wal- theof ) had been beheaded , during the Conque- ror's reign , for having joined in the conspiracy of Roger Earl of Hereford and Ralph Earl of Norfolk . Guallève , Earl of Northampton , was the son of ...
... Earl Guallève ( the renowned Wal- theof ) had been beheaded , during the Conque- ror's reign , for having joined in the conspiracy of Roger Earl of Hereford and Ralph Earl of Norfolk . Guallève , Earl of Northampton , was the son of ...
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Seite 276 - 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...
Seite 276 - 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...
Seite 315 - 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.
Seite 270 - 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.
Seite 314 - 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.
Seite 271 - Nor that is not the lark whose notes do beat The vaulty heaven so high above our heads. I have more care to stay than will to go. Come, death, and welcome ! Juliet wills it so. How is't, my soul ? Let's talk.
Seite 276 - 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.
Seite 231 - 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 sepulchred, in such pomp dost lie, That kings, for such a tomb, would wish to die.
Seite 314 - 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.
Seite 231 - What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones, The labour of an age in piled stones, Or that his hallowed relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of Fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument.