Cyclopaedia of English Literature: First period, from the earliest times to 1400Robert Chambers Gould, Kendall and Lincoln, 1847 |
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... Izaak Walton , 415 sea Church , · · 193 View of Walton's House , . 415 203 419 Portrait of Lady Mary Wortley Montagu , 420 423 428 · Portrait of the Earl of Shaftesbury , 655 View of Bentley's Seat , in Trinity College Chapel , 434 ...
... Izaak Walton , 415 sea Church , · · 193 View of Walton's House , . 415 203 419 Portrait of Lady Mary Wortley Montagu , 420 423 428 · Portrait of the Earl of Shaftesbury , 655 View of Bentley's Seat , in Trinity College Chapel , 434 ...
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... Izaak Walton , 353 The Shortness of Life and Uncertainty of Riches , 316 A Welsh Guide , 354 The Wish , 316 The Retirement , 354 The Chronicle , 316 EARL OF ROSCOMMON , 355 Lord Bacon , 317 The Modest Muse , 355 Ode on the Death of Mr ...
... Izaak Walton , 353 The Shortness of Life and Uncertainty of Riches , 316 A Welsh Guide , 354 The Wish , 316 The Retirement , 354 The Chronicle , 316 EARL OF ROSCOMMON , 355 Lord Bacon , 317 The Modest Muse , 355 Ode on the Death of Mr ...
Side xiii
... IZAAK WALTON , 415 Fear of Death , 381 The Angler's Wish , 417 Love Anticipated after Death , 381 Thankfulness for ... ISAAC BARROW , 428 392 The Excellency of the Christian Religion , 429 Warriors , 392 What is Wit ? 431 · THOMAS ...
... IZAAK WALTON , 415 Fear of Death , 381 The Angler's Wish , 417 Love Anticipated after Death , 381 Thankfulness for ... ISAAC BARROW , 428 392 The Excellency of the Christian Religion , 429 Warriors , 392 What is Wit ? 431 · THOMAS ...
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... Izaak Walton . To his Mistress , the Queen of Bohemia . You meaner beauties of the night , That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light ! You common people of the skies ! What are you , when the sun shall rise ! You ...
... Izaak Walton . To his Mistress , the Queen of Bohemia . You meaner beauties of the night , That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light ! You common people of the skies ! What are you , when the sun shall rise ! You ...
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... Izaak Walton , and his annuity , and the advantages of his college , and of his oratorship , he enjoyed his genteel humour for clothes and court - like company , and seldom looked towards Cambridge unless the king were there , but then ...
... Izaak Walton , and his annuity , and the advantages of his college , and of his oratorship , he enjoyed his genteel humour for clothes and court - like company , and seldom looked towards Cambridge unless the king were there , but then ...
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Side 108 - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Side 106 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Side 335 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull Night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled Dawn doth rise...
Side 84 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten,— In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs,— All these in me no means can move To come to thee and be thy love.
Side 108 - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat — Come hither, come hither, come hither ! Here shall we see No enemy But winter and rough weather. Who doth ambition shun, And loves to live i...
Side 184 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins: Such harmony is in immortal souls; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we...
Side 186 - She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her wagon-spokes made of long spinners...
Side 119 - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid! Heard words that have been So nimble and so full of subtle flame As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life.
Side 366 - A present deity! the vaulted roofs rebound! With ravish'd ears The monarch hears, Assumes the god; Aflects to nod And seems to shake the spheres. The praise of Bacchus then the sweet musician sung : Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young: The jolly god in triumph comes ! Sound the trumpets, beat the drums!
Side 172 - And then thou must be damn'd perpetually! Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of Heaven, That time may cease, and midnight never come; Fair Nature's eye, rise, rise again and make Perpetual day; or let this hour be but A year, a month, a week, a natural day, That Faustus may repent and save his soul! O lente, lente, currite noctis equi!