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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... thou didst all meaner praises scorne : Of kings a poet , and the poets king , They princes , but thou prophets doost adorne ; Whilst others by their empires are renown'd , Thou dost enrich thy Scotland with renowne , And kings can but ...
... thou didst all meaner praises scorne : Of kings a poet , and the poets king , They princes , but thou prophets doost adorne ; Whilst others by their empires are renown'd , Thou dost enrich thy Scotland with renowne , And kings can but ...
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... thou hast wak'd their fears : thy fiercer hand Hath made their shame as lasting as their land . By thee again they are compell'd to know How much of fate is in an English foe . They bleed afresh by thee , and think the harm Such , they ...
... thou hast wak'd their fears : thy fiercer hand Hath made their shame as lasting as their land . By thee again they are compell'd to know How much of fate is in an English foe . They bleed afresh by thee , and think the harm Such , they ...
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... thou instruct these times , That rebels actions are but valiant crimes ! And carried , though with shout , and noise , confess A wild , and an authoris'd wickedness ! Sayst thou so , Lucan ? but thou scorn'st to stay Under one title . Thou ...
... thou instruct these times , That rebels actions are but valiant crimes ! And carried , though with shout , and noise , confess A wild , and an authoris'd wickedness ! Sayst thou so , Lucan ? but thou scorn'st to stay Under one title . Thou ...
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... thou get'st him not ; Or if thou do'st , thou shalt him hardly win . " Gam , whose Welch blood could hardly brook this blot , To bend his ax upon him doth begin : He his at him , till the lord Beaumont came , Their rash attempt and ...
... thou get'st him not ; Or if thou do'st , thou shalt him hardly win . " Gam , whose Welch blood could hardly brook this blot , To bend his ax upon him doth begin : He his at him , till the lord Beaumont came , Their rash attempt and ...
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... thou , the great Director of my Muse , On whose free bounty all my powers depend , Into my breast a sacred fire infuse , Ravish my spirit this great work t ' attend ; Let the still night my labour'd lines peruse , Then , when my poems ...
... thou , the great Director of my Muse , On whose free bounty all my powers depend , Into my breast a sacred fire infuse , Ravish my spirit this great work t ' attend ; Let the still night my labour'd lines peruse , Then , when my poems ...
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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 |