Sketches of English Literature: With Considerations on the Spirit of the Times, Men, and Revolutions, Volume 1H. Colburn, 1837 - English literature |
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... Christ- abel , only daughter of that monarch ; Christabel , like all the well educated princesses of that period , is acquainted with the virtue of simples . Sir Cauline is love - sick . On a certain Sunday , the king , after having ...
... Christ- abel , only daughter of that monarch ; Christabel , like all the well educated princesses of that period , is acquainted with the virtue of simples . Sir Cauline is love - sick . On a certain Sunday , the king , after having ...
Page 124
... Christ you save ! good Childe Watèrs Sayes , Christ you save ! and see My girdle of gold , that was too longe , Is now too short for mee . And all is with one childe of yours , I feel sturre at my side , My gowne of greene it is too ...
... Christ you save ! good Childe Watèrs Sayes , Christ you save ! and see My girdle of gold , that was too longe , Is now too short for mee . And all is with one childe of yours , I feel sturre at my side , My gowne of greene it is too ...
Page 141
... Christ , as man , was anything ; those who denied it were called Nihilianists . At length the scriptures were wholly set aside , and arguments in proof of the christian truths were drawn solely from the doctrine of Aristotle ...
... Christ , as man , was anything ; those who denied it were called Nihilianists . At length the scriptures were wholly set aside , and arguments in proof of the christian truths were drawn solely from the doctrine of Aristotle ...
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... church is above all , that nothing should be preferred to it of what is in heaven and upon earth , save and except our Lord Jesus Christ . " * Bandello . Luther was sincere , though appearances were against him ; LUTHER . 153.
... church is above all , that nothing should be preferred to it of what is in heaven and upon earth , save and except our Lord Jesus Christ . " * Bandello . Luther was sincere , though appearances were against him ; LUTHER . 153.
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... Christ profaned in the idolatry of the mass , disowned in the dogma of transubstantiation , and a prisoner to the pope . Striving to prove that his attacks were di- rected much more against papacy than against the pope , he said in a ...
... Christ profaned in the idolatry of the mass , disowned in the dogma of transubstantiation , and a prisoner to the pope . Striving to prove that his attacks were di- rected much more against papacy than against the pope , he said in a ...
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Page 272 - There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke ; When down her weedy trophies and herself Fell in the weeping brook.
Page 274 - O Proserpina ! For the flowers now that frighted thou let'st fall From 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 313 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so, That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Page 268 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east ; Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund Day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops.
Page 312 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
Page 274 - 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 ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids ; bold oxlips and The crown imperial ; lilies of all kinds, The flower-de-luce being one ! O, these I lack, To make you garlands of, and my sweet friend, To strew him o'er and o'er ! Flo.
Page 229 - For whilst to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart Hath from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphic lines with deep impression took, Then thou our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble with too much conceiving; And so...
Page 274 - What you do, Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, I'd have you do it ever: when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so; and for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still, still so, and own No other function.
Page 272 - Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples, That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them...
Page 312 - In me. thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west ; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long.