English Poetry..: With Introduction, Notes and Illustrations, Volume 40P.F. Collier & son, 1910 - English poetry |
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... thou to - morwe wende , Thou shalt be dreynt ; " my tale is at an ende . ' He wook , and tolde his felawe what he mette , " And preyde him his viage for to lette ; " As for that day , he preyde him to abyde . His felawe , that lay by ...
... thou to - morwe wende , Thou shalt be dreynt ; " my tale is at an ende . ' He wook , and tolde his felawe what he mette , " And preyde him his viage for to lette ; " As for that day , he preyde him to abyde . His felawe , that lay by ...
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... thou into that yerd flough fro the bemes ! Thou were ful wel y - warned by thy dremes , 129 Nature . 134 Accident . 130 Voice . 135 Gone . 131 Certainly . 136 Write . 132 Delight . 187 Notorious fact . 140 Fox with black tips . 141 ...
... thou into that yerd flough fro the bemes ! Thou were ful wel y - warned by thy dremes , 129 Nature . 134 Accident . 130 Voice . 135 Gone . 131 Certainly . 136 Write . 132 Delight . 187 Notorious fact . 140 Fox with black tips . 141 ...
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... Thou shalt not yield to knave nor loun , Nor shalt thou yield to me ; But yield thee to the breaken bush That grows on yonder lee . " " I will not yield to bush or brier , Nor will I yield to thee ; But I will yield to Lord Douglas , Or ...
... Thou shalt not yield to knave nor loun , Nor shalt thou yield to me ; But yield thee to the breaken bush That grows on yonder lee . " " I will not yield to bush or brier , Nor will I yield to thee ; But I will yield to Lord Douglas , Or ...
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... thou shall high advanced bee by Iames our Scottish king . " Thy ransome I will freely giue , and this report of thee , Thou art the most couragious knight [ that ever I did see . ] " • Abode . * Great . • Grief . • Mad . 36 Noe ...
... thou shall high advanced bee by Iames our Scottish king . " Thy ransome I will freely giue , and this report of thee , Thou art the most couragious knight [ that ever I did see . ] " • Abode . * Great . • Grief . • Mad . 36 Noe ...
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... came befower the king , He fell downe on his knee ; O pardon , my soveraine leige , " he said , " O pardon my eight score men and mee ! 1 Such a one . " Thou shalt have no pardon , thou traytor strong JOHNIE ARMSTRONG 103.
... came befower the king , He fell downe on his knee ; O pardon , my soveraine leige , " he said , " O pardon my eight score men and mee ! 1 Such a one . " Thou shalt have no pardon , thou traytor strong JOHNIE ARMSTRONG 103.
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Page 431 - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen: Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Page 267 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted...
Page 425 - KNOW then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of mankind is man. Placed on this isthmus of a middle state, A being darkly wise, and rudely great : With too much knowledge for the sceptic side, With too much weakness for the stoic's pride, He hangs between; in doubt to act, or rest; In doubt to deem himself a god, or beast; In doubt his mind or body to prefer; Born but to die, and reasoning but to err...
Page 459 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Page 415 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.
Page 306 - Queen and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart, And thy crystal shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever, Thou that mak'st...
Page 210 - Even such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust ; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days ; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust ! ELIZABETHAN MISCELLANIES.
Page 260 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Page 457 - Th' applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbade: nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind...
Page 277 - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight: Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.