Choice Specimens of English Literature: Selected from the Chief English Writers, and Arranged Chronologically |
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... ( turned ) into Eng- lish Gospel's holy lore , After that little wit that me My Lord hath lent . C. - OLD ENGLISH , 1250-1350 . 6. HENRY III . Proclamation in A. D. 1258 . ( From Marsh's Origin and History of the English Language , pp ...
... ( turned ) into Eng- lish Gospel's holy lore , After that little wit that me My Lord hath lent . C. - OLD ENGLISH , 1250-1350 . 6. HENRY III . Proclamation in A. D. 1258 . ( From Marsh's Origin and History of the English Language , pp ...
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... turned to the works of his hands , he found all vanity and vexation of spirit , and experienced no rest . If , however , we labour in thy works , thou wilt make us to partake of thy vision and sabbath ; we , therefore , humbly beseech ...
... turned to the works of his hands , he found all vanity and vexation of spirit , and experienced no rest . If , however , we labour in thy works , thou wilt make us to partake of thy vision and sabbath ; we , therefore , humbly beseech ...
Page 99
... turned into Latine , Bebelius into verse , of Cymon and Iphigenia . This Cymon was a fool , a proper man of person , and the governor of Cyprus son , but a very ass ; insomuch that his father being ashamed of him , sent him to a farm ...
... turned into Latine , Bebelius into verse , of Cymon and Iphigenia . This Cymon was a fool , a proper man of person , and the governor of Cyprus son , but a very ass ; insomuch that his father being ashamed of him , sent him to a farm ...
Page 108
... Turning again toward childish treble , pipes And whistles in his sound : Last scene of all , That ends this strange , eventful history , Is second childishness , and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth , sans eyes , sans taste , sans everything ...
... Turning again toward childish treble , pipes And whistles in his sound : Last scene of all , That ends this strange , eventful history , Is second childishness , and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth , sans eyes , sans taste , sans everything ...
Page 148
... turned almost all nations from idols to God ? Took they unto themselves any honor out of princes ' palaces , who , after their stripes , amidst their chains in prison , sung praises unto God ! Did St. Paul , when he was made a spectacle ...
... turned almost all nations from idols to God ? Took they unto themselves any honor out of princes ' palaces , who , after their stripes , amidst their chains in prison , sung praises unto God ! Did St. Paul , when he was made a spectacle ...
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Page 110 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth ; my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes...
Page 5 - There was a sound of revelry by night. And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry ; and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men : A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again ; And all went merry as a marriage-bell, But hush ! hark ! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell.
Page 12 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
Page 6 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips - 'The foe! they come! they come!
Page 106 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song, And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Page 89 - Of law there can be no less acknowledged, than that her seat is the bosom of God, her voice the harmony of the world ; all things in heaven and earth do her homage, the very least as feeling her care, and the greatest as not exempted from her power...
Page 116 - Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels trumpet-tongued against The deep damnation of his taking-off; And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Page 111 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's...