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... sweet as those round Stratford , filled with the soft green light made by the budding leaves , and paved with the golden ore of prim- roses , and their banks veined with violets . * All this , The finest part of Drayton's Polyolbion is ...
... sweet as those round Stratford , filled with the soft green light made by the budding leaves , and paved with the golden ore of prim- roses , and their banks veined with violets . * All this , The finest part of Drayton's Polyolbion is ...
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... sweet of the year , " and that the flowers should both be blooming when he was born and when he died . It is no mere idle fancy . If there be any truth in the definition that poetry is " the unison of man with. CHARLECOTE PARK.
... sweet of the year , " and that the flowers should both be blooming when he was born and when he died . It is no mere idle fancy . If there be any truth in the definition that poetry is " the unison of man with. CHARLECOTE PARK.
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... sweet scent from the bean - fields , and the laughter of the hay- makers tedding out the hay . Surely it is a place beautiful enough to have inspired the Midsummer Night's Dream , and we will not too closely question the tradition ...
... sweet scent from the bean - fields , and the laughter of the hay- makers tedding out the hay . Surely it is a place beautiful enough to have inspired the Midsummer Night's Dream , and we will not too closely question the tradition ...
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... sweet now is the walk through the fields by the hedgeside , where the briony , with its deep bright green leaves , is climbing the hedge , covered with its clusters of berries , and where the long bramble shoots and sprays stretch over ...
... sweet now is the walk through the fields by the hedgeside , where the briony , with its deep bright green leaves , is climbing the hedge , covered with its clusters of berries , and where the long bramble shoots and sprays stretch over ...
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... sweet ! how lovely ! I suppose no one would wish to prove from these pas- sages that Shakspere was either a farmer or a shepherd , nothing beyond his love for nature and his knowledge of country scenes . And it is this love for nature ...
... sweet ! how lovely ! I suppose no one would wish to prove from these pas- sages that Shakspere was either a farmer or a shepherd , nothing beyond his love for nature and his knowledge of country scenes . And it is this love for nature ...
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Page 54 - To-day, my lord of Amiens and myself Did steal behind him, as he lay along Under an oak, whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood...
Page 94 - O God ! methinks it were a happy life To be no better than a homely swain : To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point...
Page 128 - With fairest flowers Whilst summer lasts and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: thou shalt not lack The flower that's like thy face, pale primrose, nor The azured harebell, like thy veins, no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Page 119 - Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines* of bright gold: There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubim: Such harmony is in immortal souls; . But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
Page 1 - I loved the man, and do honour his memory, on this side idolatry, as much as any. He was (indeed) honest, and of an open and free nature...
Page 102 - Perfume for a lady's chamber ; Golden quoifs and stomachers, For my lads to give their dears: Pins and poking-sticks of steel. What maids lack from head to heel: Come buy of me, come; come buy, come buy; Buy, lads, or else your lasses cry : Come buy.
Page 65 - 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 48 - Sometime he runs among a flock of sheep, To make the cunning hounds mistake their smell. And sometime where earth-delving conies keep, To stop the loud pursuers in their yell ; And sometime sorteth with a herd of deer: Danger deviseth shifts; wit waits on fear: ' For there his smell with others...
Page 27 - Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Fool'd by those rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge ? Is this thy body's end ? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store ; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross ; Within be fed, without...
Page 60 - Shakespear comyng yesterdy to town, I went to see him how he did. He told me that they assured him they ment to inclose no further than to...