Chivalry in English Literature: Chaucer, Malory, Spenser and ShakespeareHarvard University, 1912 - 294 pagine |
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Chivalry in English Literature: Chaucer, Malory, Spenser and Shakespeare William Henry Schofield Visualizzazione completa - 1912 |
Chivalry in English Literature: Chaucer, Malory, Spenser and Shakespeare William Henry Schofield Visualizzazione completa - 1912 |
Chivalry in English Literature: Chaucer, Malory, Spenser and Shakespeare William Henry Schofield Visualizzazione completa - 1912 |
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alry appears arms beauty Black Prince called Chaucer chiv Christian churl court courtesy courtier courtly Cressida death declared delight doth Edward England English exalted eyes Faery Queen fair faith Falstaff father France French Froissart gentilesse gentle deeds gentleman goodly grace Guinevere hath heart Heaven Henry Henry IV hero honour Hotspur ideal John of Gaunt King Arthur knight Knight's Tale knighthood knightly lady land learned lived Lord Love's Love's Labour's Lost lover Malory Malory's manner mediaeval mercy mind moral Morte d'Arthur nature never nobility noble Order of Chivalry person Philippa poem poet poet's praise preud'omme romance says scorn seems Shakespeare shame Sidney Sir Calidore Sir Gareth Sir Launcelot Sir Tor Spenser spirit Squire story sweet tale thee things thou thought Tristram Troilus true truth unto valiant virtue virtuous Walter Manny wife wise words worship worthy write wrote youth
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Pagina 199 - Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Pagina 221 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding : Sweet lovers love the spring.
Pagina 264 - It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes ; 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Pagina 212 - Under the shade of melancholy boughs, Lose and neglect the creeping hours of time...
Pagina 146 - Phoebus replied, and touched my trembling ears: "Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies, But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
Pagina 200 - Biron they call him ; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch The other turns to a mirth-moving jest...
Pagina 214 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead, and lovely knights ; Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Pagina 230 - Yet nature is made better by no mean But nature makes that mean : so, over that art Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Pagina 204 - Now, whether it be Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple Of thinking too precisely on the event, A thought which quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom And ever three parts coward, I do not know Why yet I live to say ' This thing's to do;' Sith I have cause and will and strength and means To do't.
Pagina 218 - Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness ; And, being helpd, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling ; She excels each mortal thing, Upon the dull earth dwelling : To her let us garlands bring.