The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper: Including the Series Edited with Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Volumen4J. Johnson, 1810 - 782 páginas |
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... English blood ! Our right in France ! if rightly understood . There , thou art Homer ! Pray thee , use the style Thou hast deserv'd : and let me read the while Thy catalogue of ships , exceeding his , Thy list of aids , and force , for ...
... English blood ! Our right in France ! if rightly understood . There , thou art Homer ! Pray thee , use the style Thou hast deserv'd : and let me read the while Thy catalogue of ships , exceeding his , Thy list of aids , and force , for ...
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... English - born , and is not bent To follow you ? Appoint you but the way , We'll wade if we want ships , the waves or climb , In one hand hold our swords , with th ' other swim . " What time controls your brave great grandsire's claim ...
... English - born , and is not bent To follow you ? Appoint you but the way , We'll wade if we want ships , the waves or climb , In one hand hold our swords , with th ' other swim . " What time controls your brave great grandsire's claim ...
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... English kings were owners of before ; Which if he did not , and incontinent , The king would set those English on his shore , That in despight of him , and all his might , Should leave their lives there , or redeem his right . First ...
... English kings were owners of before ; Which if he did not , and incontinent , The king would set those English on his shore , That in despight of him , and all his might , Should leave their lives there , or redeem his right . First ...
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... English pays ; A second French transpierc'd him with a pike ; That from the height of th ' embattled tow'rs , Their mixed blood ran down the walls in show'rs . A Frenchman back into the town doth fall , With a sheaf - arrow shot into ...
... English pays ; A second French transpierc'd him with a pike ; That from the height of th ' embattled tow'rs , Their mixed blood ran down the walls in show'rs . A Frenchman back into the town doth fall , With a sheaf - arrow shot into ...
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... English coming on As men so long to be kept out that scorn , Careless of wounds , as they were made of stone , As with their teeth the walls they would have torn : Into a breach , who quickly is not gone , Is by the next behind him ...
... English coming on As men so long to be kept out that scorn , Careless of wounds , as they were made of stone , As with their teeth the walls they would have torn : Into a breach , who quickly is not gone , Is by the next behind him ...
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Términos y frases comunes
amongst ancient arms bear beauty behold betwixt blood brave breast Brennus bring Britons brought call'd cast course crown dainty dear death delight dost doth duke duke of York earl earth Edward England English ev'ry eyes fair fall fame fear flood fortune France French friends Gaul goodly grace hand hast hate hath heart Heaven Henry Henry III hills hither holy honour isle Julius Cæsar king land live lord MICHAEL DRAYTON mighty Muse Nennius Neptune never night noble Northumberland nymphs Pict POLY-OLBION pow'r praise prince proud queen quoth rest river Saint Saxons scarce scite Scotland seem'd Severn shepherds shire shore sight sing slain Somerset song stand stood strong Suffolk sundry sweet sword tell Thames thee thence thine things thou tow'rds twixt unto valiant Wales Warwick whence wherein whilst wise wondrous Yorkists
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Página 405 - SINCE there's no help, come let us kiss and part, Nay I have done, you get no more of me ; And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free ; Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Página 428 - FAIR stood the wind for France, When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; But putting to the main, At Caux, the mouth of Seine, With all his martial train Landed King Harry.
Página 428 - Clarence, in steel so bright, Though but a maiden knight, Yet in that furious fight, Scarce such another. Warwick in blood did wade, Oxford the foe invade, And cruel slaughter made, Still as they ran up; Suffolk his axe did ply, Beaumont and Willoughby Bare them right doughtily, Ferrers and Fanhope.
Página 374 - From wealthy abbots chests, and churls abundant store, What oftentimes he took, he shar'd among the poor : No lordly bishop came in lusty Robin's way, To him before he went, but for his pass must pay : The widow in distress he graciously...
Página 122 - This Puck seems but a dreaming dolt, Still walking like a ragged colt, And oft out of a bush doth bolt, Of purpose to deceive us; And leading us makes us to stray, Long winter's nights, out of the way; And when we stick in mire and clay, Hob doth with laughter leave us.
Página 428 - They now to fight are gone, Armour on armour shone, Drum now to drum did groan, To hear was wonder ; That with the cries they make. The very earth did shake. Trumpet to trumpet spake. Thunder to thunder.
Página 120 - And somewhat southward toward the noon, Whence lies a way up to the moon, And thence the Fairy can as soon Pass to the earth below it. The walls of spiders...
Página 428 - With Spanish yew so strong, Arrows a cloth-yard long That like to serpents stung, Piercing the weather; None from his fellow starts, But playing manly parts, And like true English hearts Stuck close together.
Página 405 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Página 125 - And suddenly unties the poke, Which out of it sent such a smoke, As ready was them all to choke, So grievous was the pother; So that the knights each other lost, And stood as still as any post; Tom Thumb nor Tomalin could boast Themselves of any other.
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Prose in the Age of Poets: Romanticism and Biographical Narrative from ... Annette Wheeler Cafarelli Vista de fragmentos - 1990 |