English PoemsEdward Chauncey Baldwin, Harry Gilbert Paul American book Company, 1908 - 415 Seiten |
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... leaves a lyne ; And it is by two wight yeomen , By deare God , that I meane . * ' Me thought they did mee beate and binde , And tooke my bow mee froe ; If I bee Robin a - live in this lande , I'le be wrocken on both them towe ...
... leaves a lyne ; And it is by two wight yeomen , By deare God , that I meane . * ' Me thought they did mee beate and binde , And tooke my bow mee froe ; If I bee Robin a - live in this lande , I'le be wrocken on both them towe ...
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... leaves of lyne , To see what marchandise they made Even at that same time . ' Good morrow , good fellow , ' quoth Sir Guy ; ' Good morrow , good ffellow , ' quothe hee ; ' Methinks by this bow thou beares in thy hand , A good archer ...
... leaves of lyne , To see what marchandise they made Even at that same time . ' Good morrow , good fellow , ' quoth Sir Guy ; ' Good morrow , good ffellow , ' quothe hee ; ' Methinks by this bow thou beares in thy hand , A good archer ...
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... leaves of the lyne : ' ' Nay , by my faith , ' quoth good Robin , ' Till thou have told me thine . ' ' I dwell by dale and downe , ' quoth Guye , 6 And I have done many a curst turne ; And he that calles me by my right name , Calls me ...
... leaves of the lyne : ' ' Nay , by my faith , ' quoth good Robin , ' Till thou have told me thine . ' ' I dwell by dale and downe , ' quoth Guye , 6 And I have done many a curst turne ; And he that calles me by my right name , Calls me ...
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... leaves , or none , or few , do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold , Bare ruin'd choirs , where late the sweet birds sang . In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west , Which by and by ...
... leaves , or none , or few , do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold , Bare ruin'd choirs , where late the sweet birds sang . In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west , Which by and by ...
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... leaves , With Thestylis to bind the sheaves ; Or , if the earlier season lead , To the tanned haycock in the mead . Sometimes , with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite , When the merry bells ring round , And the jocund ...
... leaves , With Thestylis to bind the sheaves ; Or , if the earlier season lead , To the tanned haycock in the mead . Sometimes , with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite , When the merry bells ring round , And the jocund ...
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Seite 171 - Is lightened ; that serene and blessed mood In which the affections gently lead us on, Until the breath of this corporeal frame, And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul; While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Seite 134 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made: But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Seite 58 - Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee...
Seite 233 - Hail to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire ; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Seite 256 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret...
Seite 258 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve ; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Seite 138 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way "With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew: Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Seite 61 - 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...
Seite 327 - Dear as remember'd kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign'd On lips that are for others; deep as love, Deep as first love, and wild with all regret; O Death in Life, the days that are no more.
Seite 185 - God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.