The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Svazek 29Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1822 |
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... theyr whytte hartes affraie , ) And wythe the owlette trembled and dyd crie ; First Roberte Neatherde hys sore boesom stroke , Then fellen on the grounde and thus yspoke . ROBERTE . Ah , Raufe ! gif thos the howres do comme alonge , Gif ...
... theyr whytte hartes affraie , ) And wythe the owlette trembled and dyd crie ; First Roberte Neatherde hys sore boesom stroke , Then fellen on the grounde and thus yspoke . ROBERTE . Ah , Raufe ! gif thos the howres do comme alonge , Gif ...
Strana 170
... theyr blodde . To maydens , huswyfes , and unlored dames , Hee redes bys tales of merryment and woe . Loughe loudlie dynneth from the dolte adrames ; * He swelles on laudes of fooles , tho ' kennes hem soe , Sommetyme at tragedie theie ...
... theyr blodde . To maydens , huswyfes , and unlored dames , Hee redes bys tales of merryment and woe . Loughe loudlie dynneth from the dolte adrames ; * He swelles on laudes of fooles , tho ' kennes hem soe , Sommetyme at tragedie theie ...
Strana 173
... theyr blodde . To maydens , huswyfes , and unlored dames , Hee redes hys tales of merryment and woe . Loughe loudlie dynneth from the dolte adrames ; * He swelles on laudes of fooles , tho ' kennes hem soe , Sommetyme at tragedie theie ...
... theyr blodde . To maydens , huswyfes , and unlored dames , Hee redes hys tales of merryment and woe . Loughe loudlie dynneth from the dolte adrames ; * He swelles on laudes of fooles , tho ' kennes hem soe , Sommetyme at tragedie theie ...
Strana 194
... theyr soules be breme , And for theyre chyvalrie alleyne have prayse . O thou , whatteer thie name , Or Zabalus or Queed , * A word of unknown origin . Comme , steel mie sable spryte , For fremde and 194 ELLA A TRAGYCAL ENTERLUDE .
... theyr soules be breme , And for theyre chyvalrie alleyne have prayse . O thou , whatteer thie name , Or Zabalus or Queed , * A word of unknown origin . Comme , steel mie sable spryte , For fremde and 194 ELLA A TRAGYCAL ENTERLUDE .
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... theyr bannere talle , and lyche a ravenne fledde . The soldyerres followed wythe a myghtie crie , Cryes , yatte welle myghte the stoutest hartes affraie . [ flie ; Swefte , as yer shyppes , the vanquyshed Dacyannes Swefte , as the rayne ...
... theyr bannere talle , and lyche a ravenne fledde . The soldyerres followed wythe a myghtie crie , Cryes , yatte welle myghte the stoutest hartes affraie . [ flie ; Swefte , as yer shyppes , the vanquyshed Dacyannes Swefte , as the rayne ...
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Strana 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!
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.