Histoire de la littérature anglaise, Volume 1L. Hachette et cie, 1863 - English literature |
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... bright Cokaign is of fairir sight .... Another abbei is ther bi , Forsoth a gret fair nunnerie .... When the someris dai is hote , The yung nunnes takith a bote .... And doth ham forth in that river Both with ores and with stere ...
... bright Cokaign is of fairir sight .... Another abbei is ther bi , Forsoth a gret fair nunnerie .... When the someris dai is hote , The yung nunnes takith a bote .... And doth ham forth in that river Both with ores and with stere ...
Page 124
... bright . Ye shall have harp , sautry , and song , And other mirths you among . Ye shall have Rumney and Malespine , Both Hippocras and Vernage wine ; Montrese and wine of Greek , Both Algrade and despice eke , Antioch and Bastard ...
... bright . Ye shall have harp , sautry , and song , And other mirths you among . Ye shall have Rumney and Malespine , Both Hippocras and Vernage wine ; Montrese and wine of Greek , Both Algrade and despice eke , Antioch and Bastard ...
Page 125
... bright , With trumpets and with clarion , The fresh water to row up and down .... Forty torches burning bright , At your bridges to bring you light . Into your chamber they shall you bring , With much mirth and more liking . Your ...
... bright , With trumpets and with clarion , The fresh water to row up and down .... Forty torches burning bright , At your bridges to bring you light . Into your chamber they shall you bring , With much mirth and more liking . Your ...
Page 142
... bright . To see how these yeomen together they fought Two houres of a summers day Yet neither Robin Hood nor sir Guy Them fettled to flye away . God haffe mersey on Robin Hodys solle And saffe all god yemanry . loge d'un bandit isolé ...
... bright . To see how these yeomen together they fought Two houres of a summers day Yet neither Robin Hood nor sir Guy Them fettled to flye away . God haffe mersey on Robin Hodys solle And saffe all god yemanry . loge d'un bandit isolé ...
Page 178
... bright as any glas . A citole in hire right hand hadde she , And on hire hed , ful semely for to see , A rose gerlond fressh , and wel smelling , Above hire hed hire doves fleckering . First on the wall was peinted a forest , In which ...
... bright as any glas . A citole in hire right hand hadde she , And on hire hed , ful semely for to see , A rose gerlond fressh , and wel smelling , Above hire hed hire doves fleckering . First on the wall was peinted a forest , In which ...
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Page 400 - Adrian's horse, confounded that of himself. In vain we compute our felicities by the advantage of our good names, since bad have equal durations, and Thersites is like to live as long as Agamemnon. Who knows whether the best of men be known, or whether there be not more remarkable persons forgot, than any that stand remembered in the known account of time...
Page 400 - Twenty-seven names make up the first story before the flood; and the recorded names ever since contain not one living century. The number of the dead long exceedeth all that shall live. The night of time far surpasseth the day, and who knows when was the equinox? Every hour adds unto that current arithmetic which scarce stands one moment.
Page 158 - My father was a yeoman and had no lands of his own, only he had a farm of three or four pound by year at the uttermost, and hereupon he tilled so much as kept half a dozen men. He had walk for a hundred sheep, and my mother milked thirty kine.
Page 281 - With eyes cast up unto the maiden's tower, And easy sighs, such as folk draw in love; The stately seats, the ladies bright of hue, The dances short, long tales of great delight, With words and looks that tigers could but rue, Where each of us did plead the other's right...
Page 400 - Afflictions induce callosities; miseries are slippery, or fall like snow upon us, which notwithstanding is no unhappy stupidity.
Page 357 - And, more, to lulle him in his slumber soft, A trickling streame from high rock tumbling downe, And ever-drizling raine upon the loft, Mixt with a murmuring winde, much like the sowne Of swarming bees, did cast him in a swowne : No other noyse, nor peoples troublous cryes, As still are wont t' annoy the walled towne, Might there be heard: but carelesse Quiet lyes, Wrapt in eternall silence farre from enimyes.
Page 158 - He married my sisters with five pound or twenty nobles a-piece, so that he brought them up in godliness and fear of God. He kept hospitality for his poor neighbours; and some alms he gave to the poor, and all this he did of the said farm.
Page 375 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Page 323 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Page 357 - He, making speedy way through spersed ayre, And through the world of waters wide and deepe, To Morpheus house doth hastily repaire. Amid the bowels of the earth full steepe, And low, where dawning day doth never peepe, His dwelling is ; there Tethys his wet bed Doth ever wash, and Cynthia still doth steepe In silver deaw his ever-drouping hed, Whiles sad Night over him her mantle black doth spred.