The World's Cyclopedia of Biography, Volume 1J. B. Alden, 1883 - Biography |
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... death , makes no mention either of the date of his birth or of the number of years to which he attained , and , indeed , promises no more informa- tion than it gives . That Chaucer's contemporary , the poet Gower , should have referred ...
... death , makes no mention either of the date of his birth or of the number of years to which he attained , and , indeed , promises no more informa- tion than it gives . That Chaucer's contemporary , the poet Gower , should have referred ...
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... death , makes no mention either of the date of his birth or of the number of years to which he attained , and , indeed , promises no more informa- tion than it gives . That Chaucer's contemporary , the poet Gower , should have referred ...
... death , makes no mention either of the date of his birth or of the number of years to which he attained , and , indeed , promises no more informa- tion than it gives . That Chaucer's contemporary , the poet Gower , should have referred ...
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... death . In other words , it covers rather more than the interval between the most glorious epoch of Edward III.'s reign- for Crecy was fought in 1346 — and the downfall , in 1399 , of his unfortunate successor Richard II . The England ...
... death . In other words , it covers rather more than the interval between the most glorious epoch of Edward III.'s reign- for Crecy was fought in 1346 — and the downfall , in 1399 , of his unfortunate successor Richard II . The England ...
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... death of England , " as it was called in a formula of execration in use among the people . In this year - 1377 - London , where Chau- cer was doubtless born , as well as bred , where the greater part of his life was spent , and where ...
... death of England , " as it was called in a formula of execration in use among the people . In this year - 1377 - London , where Chau- cer was doubtless born , as well as bred , where the greater part of his life was spent , and where ...
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... death of Wyclif himself , as it hardly could but decline , considering the absence from his teach- ing of any tangible system of Church government ; and Lollardry came to be the popular name , or nickname , for any and every form of ...
... death of Wyclif himself , as it hardly could but decline , considering the absence from his teach- ing of any tangible system of Church government ; and Lollardry came to be the popular name , or nickname , for any and every form of ...
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Page 86 - ... an inward prompting which now grew daily upon me, that by labour and intent study, which I take to be my portion in- this life, joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written to after-times, as they should not willingly let it die.
Page 81 - Tread those reviving passions down, Unworthy manhood! — unto thee Indifferent should the smile or frown Of beauty be. If thou regret'st thy youth, why live? The land of honourable death Is here: — up to the field, and give Away thy breath! Seek out — less often sought than found — A soldier's grave, for thee the best; Then look around and choose thy ground, And take thy rest.
Page 36 - I was confirmed in this opinion, that he, who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem...
Page 116 - Yet, be it less or more, or soon or slow, It shall be still in strictest measure even To that same lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heaven ; All is, if I have grace to use it so, As ever in my great Task-Master's eye.
Page 66 - Wi' thee to reign, wi' thee to reign, The brightest jewel in my crown Wad be my queen, wad be my queen.
Page 120 - Near this spot Are deposited the Remains Of one Who Possessed Beauty Without Vanity, Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, And all the Virtues of Man Without his Vices. This Praise, which would be unmeaning flattery If inscribed over Human Ashes, Is but a just tribute to the Memory of "Boatswain," a Dog Who was born at Newfoundland, May, 1803, And died at Newstead Abbey Nov. 18, 1808.
Page 18 - OF a' the airts the wind can blaw, I dearly like the west, For there the bonnie lassie lives, The lassie I lo'e best: There wild woods grow, and rivers row, And mony a hill between ; But, day and night, my fancy's flight Is ever wi
Page 62 - We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven ; that which we are, we are; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Page 33 - The bridegroom may forget the bride Was made his wedded wife yestreen ; The monarch may forget the crown ' That on his head an hour has been ; The mother may forget the child That smiles sae sweetly on her knee ; But I'll remember thee, Glencairn, And a' that thou hast done for me ! " LINES, SENT TO SIR JOHN WHITEFORD, OF WHITEFORD, BART.
Page 8 - 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 ; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow Through the sweetbriar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine...