English Poetry, Band 40P. F. Collier & son, 1910 - 1508 Seiten |
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... leaves were a falling , That Sir John Græme , in the West Country , Fell in love with Barbara Allan . He sent his man down through the town , To the place where she was dwelling : " O haste and come to my master dear , Gin ye be Barbara ...
... leaves were a falling , That Sir John Græme , in the West Country , Fell in love with Barbara Allan . He sent his man down through the town , To the place where she was dwelling : " O haste and come to my master dear , Gin ye be Barbara ...
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... leave our steeds , For fear that they should stamp and nie . " And when we left the Staneshaw - bank , The wind began full loud to blaw ; But ' twas wind and weet , and fire and sleet When we came beneath the castel - wa . We crept on ...
... leave our steeds , For fear that they should stamp and nie . " And when we left the Staneshaw - bank , The wind began full loud to blaw ; But ' twas wind and weet , and fire and sleet When we came beneath the castel - wa . We crept on ...
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... leave talking of Christy Grahame , And talk of him again belive ; But we will talk of bonny Bewick , Where he was teaching his scholars five . Now when he had learnd them well to fence , To handle their swords without any doubt , He's ...
... leave talking of Christy Grahame , And talk of him again belive ; But we will talk of bonny Bewick , Where he was teaching his scholars five . Now when he had learnd them well to fence , To handle their swords without any doubt , He's ...
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... leave talking of these two brethren , In Carlisle town where they lie slain , And talk of these two good old men , Where they were making a pitiful moan . With that bespoke now Robin Bewick : ' O man was I not much to blame ? I have ...
... leave talking of these two brethren , In Carlisle town where they lie slain , And talk of these two good old men , Where they were making a pitiful moan . With that bespoke now Robin Bewick : ' O man was I not much to blame ? I have ...
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... leave me thus ? Say nay say nay ! for shame , To save thee from the blame Of all my grief and grame . And wilt thou leave me thus ? Say nay ! say nay ! And wilt thou leave me thus , That hath loved thee so long In wealth and woe among ...
... leave me thus ? Say nay say nay ! for shame , To save thee from the blame Of all my grief and grame . And wilt thou leave me thus ? Say nay ! say nay ! And wilt thou leave me thus , That hath loved thee so long In wealth and woe among ...
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beauty birds bliss bonny breast breath bright coude Cuckoo dear death dost doth earth eccho ring Enone eyes fair fayre fear flowers frae gentle give gode grace grene hair happy hath heart heaven Heigh Hind Horn honour Hymen Inverey Johnn king Kinmont Willie knyght kynge lady lero light Litell little boy live livës joy Lord love's lovers lullaby lyke Lytell Johan merry mind moche mordre ne'er never night nonny o'er passion pleasure praise pride proud Robyn Hode sayd Robyn shal shalt shine sigh sing sleep song song of praise SONNET soul spring sweet Tell tereu thee ther theyr thine thing thou art thou hast thought thro tree trewely twa sisters unto virtue waly waly wawking whan wind wode wolde woods wyll youth
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Seite 292 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Seite 425 - 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.
Seite 264 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Seite 261 - 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 450 - But knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Kich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll Chill penury repress'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul. " 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.
Seite 300 - 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...
Seite 452 - For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour"d dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led. Some kindred spirit shall enquire thy fate,— Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, "Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Seite 275 - Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority, And folly, doctor-like, controlling skill, And simple truth miscall'd simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill : Tired with all these,...
Seite 453 - 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.
Seite 399 - Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow, While organs yet were mute, Timotheus, to his breathing flute And sounding lyre Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.