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... JOHN LYDGATE ( 1370 - c . 1451 ) : JOHN BARBOUR ( c . 1316–1396 ) : In Praise of Chaucer .. The Pearl ( c . 1370 , Abridged ) . 55 The Seasons ( From Sir Gawayne and the Green Knight , 1370 ) .. The Testament of John Lydgate .. THOMAS ...
... JOHN LYDGATE ( 1370 - c . 1451 ) : JOHN BARBOUR ( c . 1316–1396 ) : In Praise of Chaucer .. The Pearl ( c . 1370 , Abridged ) . 55 The Seasons ( From Sir Gawayne and the Green Knight , 1370 ) .. The Testament of John Lydgate .. THOMAS ...
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... JOHN FORTESCUE ( d . c . 1476 ) : The Royal Power in France and Eng- The New Invention of Printing ( From The ... JOHN FOXE ( 1516-1587 ) : 115 PROSE SIR JOHN BOURCHIER , LORD BERNERS ( 1467-1533 ) : Prologue to Froissart's Chronicles ...
... JOHN FORTESCUE ( d . c . 1476 ) : The Royal Power in France and Eng- The New Invention of Printing ( From The ... JOHN FOXE ( 1516-1587 ) : 115 PROSE SIR JOHN BOURCHIER , LORD BERNERS ( 1467-1533 ) : Prologue to Froissart's Chronicles ...
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... JOHN STOW ( 1525-1605 ) : 167 Saint Hugh ( From The Shoemaker's Sports and Pastimes of Old London ( From Survey of London ) . 175 Holiday ) .. 167 SIR THOMAS NORTH ( 1535–1601 ) : JOHN DONNE ( 1573-1631 ) : An Elegy upon the Death of ...
... JOHN STOW ( 1525-1605 ) : 167 Saint Hugh ( From The Shoemaker's Sports and Pastimes of Old London ( From Survey of London ) . 175 Holiday ) .. 167 SIR THOMAS NORTH ( 1535–1601 ) : JOHN DONNE ( 1573-1631 ) : An Elegy upon the Death of ...
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... JOHN SUCKLING ( 1609-1641 ) : Wishes to his Supposed Mistress .. 205 HENRY VAUGHAN ( 1621–1695 ) : The Retreate . 205 Orsames ' Song " Why so pale and wan , fond lover ? " .... 228 RICHARD LOVELACE ( 1618-1658 ) : Departed Friends . 205 ...
... JOHN SUCKLING ( 1609-1641 ) : Wishes to his Supposed Mistress .. 205 HENRY VAUGHAN ( 1621–1695 ) : The Retreate . 205 Orsames ' Song " Why so pale and wan , fond lover ? " .... 228 RICHARD LOVELACE ( 1618-1658 ) : Departed Friends . 205 ...
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... JOHN BUNYAN ( 1628-1688 ) : 245 THOMAS FULLER ( 1608-1661 ) : The Fight With Apollyon ( From Pil- grim's Progress ) .. 257 The Good Schoolmaster ( From The JOHN MILTON ( 1608-1674 ) : Holy State ) .. 246 Tractate on Education : Letter ...
... JOHN BUNYAN ( 1628-1688 ) : 245 THOMAS FULLER ( 1608-1661 ) : The Fight With Apollyon ( From Pil- grim's Progress ) .. 257 The Good Schoolmaster ( From The JOHN MILTON ( 1608-1674 ) : Holy State ) .. 246 Tractate on Education : Letter ...
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Bargrave battle beauty behold Beowulf Binnorie Boethius breast breath called dark dead dear death delight doth dread Duke of Bedford earth England English eyes fair father fear fire flowers glory grace hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven holy honour hour king King Arthur lady land Layamon learning leave light live look Lord Lycidas mind morning nature never night noble o'er pain pass pleasure poem poet poor praise pray pride prince quoth rich round Saladin Shakespeare sigh sight sing Sir Bedivere Sir Ector Sir Kay Sir Lucan Sir Mordred sleep song sorrow soul spirit sweet sword tears tell thee thine things thou art thought Timor Mortis conturbat tion Twas unto Veal ween weep wind wise words youth
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Page 483 - EARTH has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty : This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning ; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill ; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep ! The river glideth at his own sweet...
Page 514 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
Page 536 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last...
Page 511 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Page 537 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Page 537 - When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty,"— that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Page 163 - When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself and curse my fate. Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope.
Page 528 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me ; my spirit's bark is driven Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given. The massy earth and sphered skies are riven ! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar ! Whilst, burning through the inmost veil of heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Page 537 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain To thy high requiem become a sod.
Page 164 - 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 ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. 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...