Specimens of the Early English Poets: To which is Prefixed, an Historical Sketch of the Rise and Progress of the English Poetry and Language,Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1811 |
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... bear two crosses right long , Gaping in every man's face . After him follow two laymen secular , And each of them holding a pillar In their hands instead of a mace . Cardinal Wolsey . Then followeth my lord on his mule , Trapped with [ 12 ]
... bear two crosses right long , Gaping in every man's face . After him follow two laymen secular , And each of them holding a pillar In their hands instead of a mace . Cardinal Wolsey . Then followeth my lord on his mule , Trapped with [ 12 ]
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... bear me again . [ 3d . cent . epig . 101. ] The time of Heywood's birth is uncertain : he is supposed to have died at Mechlin in 1565 ; having , after the death of Queen Mary , become a refugee on account of his religion . About 1542 ...
... bear me again . [ 3d . cent . epig . 101. ] The time of Heywood's birth is uncertain : he is supposed to have died at Mechlin in 1565 ; having , after the death of Queen Mary , become a refugee on account of his religion . About 1542 ...
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... bear your bow so bent " To slay our deer of pride ? I " In waithman weed sen I you find , " In this wood walkand your alone , " Your milk - white handis we shall bind " While that the blood burst fra the bone . " Chargeand you to ...
... bear your bow so bent " To slay our deer of pride ? I " In waithman weed sen I you find , " In this wood walkand your alone , " Your milk - white handis we shall bind " While that the blood burst fra the bone . " Chargeand you to ...
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... bear . Fain would ye find a cloak Your burning fire to hide , Yet both the flame and smoke Breaks out on every side . Ye cannot love so guide That it no issue win ; Abroad needs must it glide That brens so hot within . * The Lover ...
... bear . Fain would ye find a cloak Your burning fire to hide , Yet both the flame and smoke Breaks out on every side . Ye cannot love so guide That it no issue win ; Abroad needs must it glide That brens so hot within . * The Lover ...
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... bear this sight , But ran upon the said Egyptian renk , 1 And cut him in both knees ; -he fell to ground . * * * The Persians wail'd such sapience to forego : - The very foen , the Macedonians wish'd He would have liv'd ; -king ...
... bear this sight , But ran upon the said Egyptian renk , 1 And cut him in both knees ; -he fell to ground . * * * The Persians wail'd such sapience to forego : - The very foen , the Macedonians wish'd He would have liv'd ; -king ...
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Стр. 220 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Стр. 352 - Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require.
Стр. 336 - Tell arts they have no soundness, But vary by esteeming ; Tell schools they want profoundness, And stand too much on seeming : If arts and schools reply, Give arts and schools the lie. Tell faith it's fled the city; Tell how the country erreth ; Tell manhood shakes off pity ; Tell virtue least preferreth : And if they do reply, Spare not to give the lie. So when thou hast, as I Commanded thee, done blabbing, — Although to give the lie Deserves no less than stabbing, — Stab at thee he that will,...
Стр. 342 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.
Стр. 351 - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither; Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.
Стр. 364 - You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light, You common people of the skies; What are you when the moon shall rise...
Стр. 220 - A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten ; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw, and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps, and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be thy love.
Стр. 383 - Song Go, and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me, where all past years are, Or who cleft the Devil's foot, Teach me to hear mermaids singing, Or to keep off envy's stinging, And find What wind Serves to advance an honest mind.
Стр. 243 - At cards for kisses, Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows...
Стр. 384 - Things invisible to see, Ride ten thousand days and nights, Till age snow white hairs on thee, Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me All strange wonders that befell thee, And swear No where Lives a woman true, and fair. If thou find'st one, let me know, Such a pilgrimage were sweet; Yet do not, I would not go, Though at next door we might meet, Though she were true, when you met her, And last, till you write your letter, Yet she Will be False, ere I come, to two, or three.