Chambers's Cyclopaedia of English Literature: A History Critical and Biographical of Authors in the English Tongue from the Earliest Times Till the Present Day, with Specimens of Their Writing, Volume 1W. & R. Chambers, 1901 - Authors, English |
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... JOHN OF TREVISA 84 LATIN WRITERS BEFORE ELFRED 16 ... JOHN WYCLIF : 84 BÆDA 18 ... THE BIBLE 86 ÆLFRED ... 19 NICHOLAS HEREFORD 86 POETRY FROM ELFRED TO THE CONQUEST 22 JOHN PURVEY 87 BRUNANBURH 23 JOHN CAPGRAVE 89 " THE FIGHT AT MALDON ...
... JOHN OF TREVISA 84 LATIN WRITERS BEFORE ELFRED 16 ... JOHN WYCLIF : 84 BÆDA 18 ... THE BIBLE 86 ÆLFRED ... 19 NICHOLAS HEREFORD 86 POETRY FROM ELFRED TO THE CONQUEST 22 JOHN PURVEY 87 BRUNANBURH 23 JOHN CAPGRAVE 89 " THE FIGHT AT MALDON ...
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... JOHN FLORIO ... WILLIAM PAINTER ARTHUR BROKE OTHER ALLITERATIVE POEMS JOHN HARRINGTON LATER POEMS RICHARD EDWARDS JOHN BARBOUR ... GEORGE TURBERVILLE THE BRUCE ' BARNABE GOOGE " THE BUIK OF ALEXANDER THOMAS CHURCHYARD ANDREW OF WYNTOUN ...
... JOHN FLORIO ... WILLIAM PAINTER ARTHUR BROKE OTHER ALLITERATIVE POEMS JOHN HARRINGTON LATER POEMS RICHARD EDWARDS JOHN BARBOUR ... GEORGE TURBERVILLE THE BRUCE ' BARNABE GOOGE " THE BUIK OF ALEXANDER THOMAS CHURCHYARD ANDREW OF WYNTOUN ...
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... JOHN DAVIS ... SIR JOHN HARRINGTON SIR HENRY WOTTON SIR JOHN DAVIES JOHN DAVIES OF HEREFORD SIR ROBERT CAREY FRANCIS MERES GERVASE MARKHAM SIR ROBERT AYTON THE EARL OF STIRLING THE EARL OF ANCRUM WILLIAM DRUMMOND JOHN SPOTTISWOODE DAVID ...
... JOHN DAVIS ... SIR JOHN HARRINGTON SIR HENRY WOTTON SIR JOHN DAVIES JOHN DAVIES OF HEREFORD SIR ROBERT CAREY FRANCIS MERES GERVASE MARKHAM SIR ROBERT AYTON THE EARL OF STIRLING THE EARL OF ANCRUM WILLIAM DRUMMOND JOHN SPOTTISWOODE DAVID ...
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... JOHN CLEVELAND RICHARD LOVELACE SIR JOHN DENHAM ABRAHAM COWLEY LORD CLARENDON SIR MATTHEW HALE RICHARD BAXTER THOMAS GOODWIN JOHN OWEN JOHN HOWE JOHN FLAVEL SIR WILLIAM TEMPLE THE MARQUIS OF HALIFAX ISAAC BARROW ... ... ... ROBERT SOUTH ...
... JOHN CLEVELAND RICHARD LOVELACE SIR JOHN DENHAM ABRAHAM COWLEY LORD CLARENDON SIR MATTHEW HALE RICHARD BAXTER THOMAS GOODWIN JOHN OWEN JOHN HOWE JOHN FLAVEL SIR WILLIAM TEMPLE THE MARQUIS OF HALIFAX ISAAC BARROW ... ... ... ROBERT SOUTH ...
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... JOHN FLETCHER ... LORD HERBERT OF CHERBURY GEORGE HERBERT DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN ... ... JOHN SELDEN ... FROM ELFRIC'S ENGLISH PENTATEUCH FROM THE ' ORMULUM ' THOMAS HOBBES ... MS . OF ' SUMER IS I - CUMEN IN ' ROBERT HERRICK FRANCIS ...
... JOHN FLETCHER ... LORD HERBERT OF CHERBURY GEORGE HERBERT DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN ... ... JOHN SELDEN ... FROM ELFRIC'S ENGLISH PENTATEUCH FROM THE ' ORMULUM ' THOMAS HOBBES ... MS . OF ' SUMER IS I - CUMEN IN ' ROBERT HERRICK FRANCIS ...
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Page 368 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves ; And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms...
Page 356 - This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands, — This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed, and famous by their birth...
Page 362 - Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied : for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted the sooner it wears.
Page 368 - Dis's waggon! daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
Page 355 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself...
Page 358 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Page 349 - A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull, Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold. ' A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Page 362 - A made a finer end, and went away, an it had been any christom child ; 'a parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide : for after I saw him fumble with the sheets, and play with flowers, and smile upon his fingers...
Page 349 - 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.
Page 408 - And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines ! Which were so richly spun, and woven so fit, As, since, she will vouchsafe no other wit. The merry Greek, tart Aristophanes, Neat Terence, witty Plautus, now not please ; But antiquated and deserted lie, As they were not of nature's family. Yet must I not give nature all ; thy art, My gentle SHAKESPEARE, must enjoy a part.