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Alfred Anglo-Saxon appears ballad become beginning Bible Bishop British Museum called century character Chaucer Church composed composition connected continued court death doubt early Edward England English English literature entirely evidence example existence feeling French give hand Henry important influence interesting Italian Italy John King Knight known land language Latin latter learning legend less literary literature lived Lord manner merit metrical mind nature never nevertheless Norman Northumbria original perhaps period person play poem poet poetical poetry popular present printed probably produced prose reason regarded religious remained remarkable rendered represented respect Richard Robin Hood romance Saxon says seems shows song speaking speech spirit story taken things Thomas thou thought translation true writings written Wycliffe
Page 214 - And the Lord said unto Abram, after that Lot was separated from him, 'Lift up now thine eyes, and look from the place where thou art northward, and southward, and eastward, and westward: "for all the land which thou seest, to thee will I give it, and to thy seed for ever.
Page 350 - With eyes cast up into the maidens' tower, And easy sighs, such as folk draw in love; The stately seats, the ladies bright of hue, The dances short, long tales of great delight; With words and looks that tigers could but rue, Where each of us did plead the other's right...
Page 214 - And I will make thy seed as the dust of the earth : so that if a man can number the dust of the earth, then shall thy seed also be numbered. Arise, walk through the land in the length of it and in the breadth of it ; for I will give it unto thee. Then Abram removed his tent, and came and dwelt in the plain of Mamre, which is in Hebron, and built there an altar unto the LORD.
Page 77 - We must now proceed to the two great poems which were produced at the end of the eleventh or beginning of the twelfth century.
Page 286 - Worship all ye that lovers be this May, For of your bliss the kalends are begun, And sing with us, away, winter away, Come, summer come, the sweet season and sun.
Page 350 - Where we did strain, trained with swarms of youth. Our tender limbs, that yet shot up in length. The secret groves, which oft we made resound Of pleasant plaint, and of our ladies' praise ; Recording soft what grace each one had found, What hope of speed, what dread of long delays.
Page 347 - My lute, awake, perform the last Labour that thou and I shall waste, And end that I have now begun, And when this song is sung and past, My lute, be still, for I have done.
Page 347 - The rocks do not so cruelly Repulse the waves continually, As she my suit and affection: So that I am past remedy; Whereby my lute and I have done. Proud of the spoil...
Page 166 - And with that word, naked, with ful good herte, Among the serpents in the pit she sterte, And ther she chees to han hir buryinge. Anoon the neddres gonne...