The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Volumen29Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1822 |
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... staie , and end mie lyff with thee ; A lyff lyche myne a borden ys ywis . Now from een logges fledden is selyness , Mynsterres alleyn can boaste the hallie seyncte ; Now doeth Englonde weare a bloudie dresse ‡ And wyth her champyonnes ...
... staie , and end mie lyff with thee ; A lyff lyche myne a borden ys ywis . Now from een logges fledden is selyness , Mynsterres alleyn can boaste the hallie seyncte ; Now doeth Englonde weare a bloudie dresse ‡ And wyth her champyonnes ...
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... staie . ' Quod Canynge , " Tys a goodlie thinge To bee prepar'd to die ; And from thys world of peyne and grefe To Godde ynne Heav'n to flie . ' And nowe the bell beganne to tolle , And claryonnes to sounde ; Syr Charles hee herde the ...
... staie . ' Quod Canynge , " Tys a goodlie thinge To bee prepar'd to die ; And from thys world of peyne and grefe To Godde ynne Heav'n to flie . ' And nowe the bell beganne to tolle , And claryonnes to sounde ; Syr Charles hee herde the ...
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... staie . ' Tys butt a journie I shalle goe Untoe the lande of blysse ; Nowe , as a proofe of husbande's love , Receive thys holie kisse . ' Thenne Florence , fault'ring ynne her saie , Tremblyng these wordyes spoke , Ah , cruele Edwarde ...
... staie . ' Tys butt a journie I shalle goe Untoe the lande of blysse ; Nowe , as a proofe of husbande's love , Receive thys holie kisse . ' Thenne Florence , fault'ring ynne her saie , Tremblyng these wordyes spoke , Ah , cruele Edwarde ...
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... staie , mye husbande ! lorde ! and lyfe ! ' — Syr Charles thenne dropt a teare . " Tyll tyredd out wythe ravynge loude , Shee fellen onne the flore ; Syr Charles exerted alle hys myghte , And march'd fromm oute the dore . Uponne a ...
... staie , mye husbande ! lorde ! and lyfe ! ' — Syr Charles thenne dropt a teare . " Tyll tyredd out wythe ravynge loude , Shee fellen onne the flore ; Syr Charles exerted alle hys myghte , And march'd fromm oute the dore . Uponne a ...
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... staie . ' Quod Canynge , Tys a goodlie thinge To bee prepar'd to die ; And from thys world of peyne and grefe To Godde ynne Heav'n to flie . ' And nowe the bell beganne to tolle , And claryonnes to sounde ; Syr Charles hee herde the ...
... staie . ' Quod Canynge , Tys a goodlie thinge To bee prepar'd to die ; And from thys world of peyne and grefe To Godde ynne Heav'n to flie . ' And nowe the bell beganne to tolle , And claryonnes to sounde ; Syr Charles hee herde the ...
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Página 45 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
Página 23 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Página 45 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear ; Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood.
Página 45 - Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Página 16 - Where each old poetic mountain Inspiration breathed around ; Every shade and hallow'd fountain Murmur'd deep a solemn sound : Till the sad Nine, in Greece's evil hour Left their Parnassus for the Latian plains.
Página 47 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful-wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.
Página 14 - That every labouring sinew strains, Those in the deeper vitals rage : Lo, Poverty, to fill the band, That numbs the soul with icy hand And slow-consuming Age. To each his sufferings : all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan ; The tender for another's pain, Th
Página 48 - He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bosom of his father and his God.
Página 45 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands, that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.
Página 15 - And from her own she learn'd to melt at others' woe. Scared at thy frown terrific, fly Self-pleasing Folly's idle brood, Wild Laughter, Noise, and thoughtless Joy, And leave us leisure to be good. Light they disperse, and with them go The summer Friend, the flattering Foe ; By vain Prosperity received To her they vow their truth, and are again believed.