The Camden Miscellany, Svazek 3Camden Society, 1855 |
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The Camden Miscellany, Svazek 1,Svazek 6 Royal Historical Society (Great Britain) Úplné zobrazení - 1847 |
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Strana lxii - On foaming horse, with swords and friendly hearts ; With chere, as though one should another whelm, Where we have fought and chased oft with darts. With silver drops the mead yet spread for ruth, In active games of nimbleness and strength, Where we did strain, trained with swarms of youth, Our tender limbs, that yet shot up in length. The secret groves, which oft we made resound Of pleasant plaint, and of our ladies...
Strana lxii - With eyes cast up into the maiden's tower, And easy sighs, such as folk draw in love. The stately seats, the ladies bright of hue, The dances short, long tales of great delight ; With words and looks, that tigers could but rue : Where each of us did plead the other's right. The palme-play...
Strana lxiii - Of pleasant plaint, and of our ladies' praise; Recording oft what grace each one had found, What hope of speed, what dread of long delays. The wild forest, the clothed holts with green; With reins availed, and swift y-breathed horse, With cry of hounds, and merry blasts between, Where we did chase the fearful hart of force.
Strana lxiii - Wherwith we pass the winter night away. And, with this thought, the bloud forsakes the face, The teares berayne my chekes of deadly hewe: The whiche as sone as sobbyng sighes (alas) Upsupped have, thus I my plaint renewe: O place of blisse, renuer of my woes, Geve me accompt, where is my noble fere: Whom in thy walles thou doest eche night enclose, To other leefe, but unto me most dere.
Strana lxiii - With silver drops the meads yet spread for ruth ; In active games of nimbleness and strength, Where we did strain, trained with swarms of youth, Our tender limbs that yet shot up in length. The secret groves, which oft we made resound Of pleasant plaint, and of our ladies' praise; Recording oft what grace each one had found, What hope of speed, what dread of long delays.
Strana 3 - It is incredible," says Camden, " how much the people loved him ; whose good-will he had gained by a munificence and extraordinary affability suitable to so great a prince. The wiser sort of men were variously affected ; some were terrified at the greatness of the danger, which, during his life, seemed to threaten the state from him and his faction. Others were moved with pity towards him, as one very nobly descended, of an extraordinary good nature...
Strana 14 - AB within-bounden, being thereunto required, do render and deliver the said letters of administration (approbation of such testament being first had and made) in the said court ; then this obligation to be void and of none effect, or else to remain in full force and virtue.
Strana 32 - Whoe merry many made When he appeard in sight ; The grave and wise, as well as rude, At him did take delight. The partie nowe is gone, And closlie clad in claye ; Of all the jesters in the lande He bare the praise awaie. Now hath he plaid his parte, And sure he is of this If he in Christe did die to live With Him in lasting bliss.
Strana lxiii - And with this thought the blood forsakes the face, The tears berain my cheeks of deadly hue, The which as soon as sobbing sighs, alas, Upsupped have, thus I my plaint renew : O place of bliss, renewer of my woes, Give me account - where is my noble fere ? Whom in thy walls thou dost each night enclose, To other lief, but unto me most dear!