The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, 第 29 卷Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1822 |
在该图书中搜索
共有 51 个结果,这是第 1-5 个
第143页
... Botte falleynge nombers sable all the feelde , Sprytes of the bleste , and everych seyncte ydedde , Poure owte youre pleasaunce on mie fadres hedde . The foemen fal arounde ; the cross reles hye ; Steyned ynne goere , the harte of warre ...
... Botte falleynge nombers sable all the feelde , Sprytes of the bleste , and everych seyncte ydedde , Poure owte youre pleasaunce on mie fadres hedde . The foemen fal arounde ; the cross reles hye ; Steyned ynne goere , the harte of warre ...
第144页
... Botte whether , fayre mayde , do ye goe ? O where do ye bende yer waie ? I wille knowe whether you goe , I wylle not bee asseled naie . * Thyssen . This word is not to be found in any other writer : thisom or thisen , is used by the ...
... Botte whether , fayre mayde , do ye goe ? O where do ye bende yer waie ? I wille knowe whether you goe , I wylle not bee asseled naie . * Thyssen . This word is not to be found in any other writer : thisom or thisen , is used by the ...
第147页
... Botte lette me heere thie waie of lyffe , and thenne Heare thou from me the lyffe of odher menne . MANNE . ryse wyth the sonne , Lyche him to dryve the wayne , And eere mie wurche is don I synge a songe or twayne . I followe the plough ...
... Botte lette me heere thie waie of lyffe , and thenne Heare thou from me the lyffe of odher menne . MANNE . ryse wyth the sonne , Lyche him to dryve the wayne , And eere mie wurche is don I synge a songe or twayne . I followe the plough ...
第150页
... ( botte the seynctes forbydde ! ) gif to a spryte Syrr Rychardes forme ys lyped , I'll holde dys- traughte Hys bledeynge claie - colde corse , and die eche daie ynn thoughte . ELINOURE . Ah woe bementynge wordes ; what wordes can shewe ...
... ( botte the seynctes forbydde ! ) gif to a spryte Syrr Rychardes forme ys lyped , I'll holde dys- traughte Hys bledeynge claie - colde corse , and die eche daie ynn thoughte . ELINOURE . Ah woe bementynge wordes ; what wordes can shewe ...
第168页
... , Inne lithie moncke apperes the barronnes pryde : But rhym wythe somme , as nedere widhout teethe , Make pleasaunce to the sense , botte maie do lyttel seathe . VOL . XXIX . P And none can saye , but alle mye lyfe I.
... , Inne lithie moncke apperes the barronnes pryde : But rhym wythe somme , as nedere widhout teethe , Make pleasaunce to the sense , botte maie do lyttel seathe . VOL . XXIX . P And none can saye , but alle mye lyfe I.
其他版本 - 查看全部
常见术语和短语
Ælla Alfwold arrowe atque Augustus Henry Fitzroy ayre Bard BIRTHA bloude Botte brave Canynge Catcott CELMONDE Chatterton daie death dethe doth Dryden's dryve duke dydd eche Eclogue Edward Eirin enthoughte everych eyes eyne fate fayre fell flie fyghte fyre Godde grace Gray Gray's ground Gyrthe harte heart Heaven hedde javlyn kenne knyghte Kynge Harolde lette Lord Lyche lyfe lyghte Lyke lyve maie manne Margaret of Anjou menne mind Muse myghte mynstrelles nete Normannes notte numbers o'er ODIN onne Petrarch Pindar playne poem poet Poetry praise PROPHETESS quæ Quod saie seyncte sheelde skie song sonnes soul spryte stanza Sunne Supremely gracious Deity swerde syde syghte synge syr Charles tear thanne thatt thee theie Thenne theyr thie thou thought thro uponne warre Whanne Whatte whyche wyfe wylle wynged wythe XXIX ynne ytte
热门引用章节
第45页 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
第23页 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
第45页 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear ; Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood.
第45页 - Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
第16页 - Where each old poetic mountain Inspiration breathed around ; Every shade and hallow'd fountain Murmur'd deep a solemn sound : Till the sad Nine, in Greece's evil hour Left their Parnassus for the Latian plains.
第47页 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful-wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.
第14页 - That every labouring sinew strains, Those in the deeper vitals rage : Lo, Poverty, to fill the band, That numbs the soul with icy hand And slow-consuming Age. To each his sufferings : all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan ; The tender for another's pain, Th
第48页 - He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bosom of his father and his God.
第45页 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands, that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.
第15页 - And from her own she learn'd to melt at others' woe. Scared at thy frown terrific, fly Self-pleasing Folly's idle brood, Wild Laughter, Noise, and thoughtless Joy, And leave us leisure to be good. Light they disperse, and with them go The summer Friend, the flattering Foe ; By vain Prosperity received To her they vow their truth, and are again believed.