Specimens with Memoirs of the Less-known British Poets, Том 1George Gilfillan James Nichol., 1860 |
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... head of twelve disciples , preached Christianity , in its most ascetic form , in England and in France ; founded in the latter country various monasteries ; and , when banished by Queen Brunehaut vi INTRODUCTORY ESSAY .
... head of twelve disciples , preached Christianity , in its most ascetic form , in England and in France ; founded in the latter country various monasteries ; and , when banished by Queen Brunehaut vi INTRODUCTORY ESSAY .
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... head , in the hour of wassail , with the inscription , ' Saladin , Saladin , king of kings ! Saladin must die ! ' Alfred wrote little that was original , but he was a copious translator . He rendered into the Anglo - Saxon tongue ...
... head , in the hour of wassail , with the inscription , ' Saladin , Saladin , king of kings ! Saladin must die ! ' Alfred wrote little that was original , but he was a copious translator . He rendered into the Anglo - Saxon tongue ...
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... head forgat he nought , Upon his shaft he would it have Goddis name thereon was grave ; Now hearken what oath he sware , Ere they to the battaile went there : ' If it were so , that Richard might Slay the Soldan in field with fight , At ...
... head forgat he nought , Upon his shaft he would it have Goddis name thereon was grave ; Now hearken what oath he sware , Ere they to the battaile went there : ' If it were so , that Richard might Slay the Soldan in field with fight , At ...
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... head , he made her seech The ground , withoutë morë speech , His feet toward the firmament , Behindë him the spear outwent There he fell dead on the green , Richard smote the fiend with spurrës keen , And in the name of the Holy Ghost ...
... head , he made her seech The ground , withoutë morë speech , His feet toward the firmament , Behindë him the spear outwent There he fell dead on the green , Richard smote the fiend with spurrës keen , And in the name of the Holy Ghost ...
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... head and his tail Was twenty - two foot withouten fail ; His body was like a wine tun , He shone full bright against the sun : His eyes were bright as any glass , His scales were hard as any brass ; And thereto he was necked like a ...
... head and his tail Was twenty - two foot withouten fail ; His body was like a wine tun , He shone full bright against the sun : His eyes were bright as any glass , His scales were hard as any brass ; And thereto he was necked like a ...
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Стр. 114 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies ; How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries ? Sure, if that long-with-love-acquainted eyes Can judge of love, thou feel'st a lover's case ; I read it in thy looks ; thy languisht grace To me, that feel the like, thy state descries...
Стр. 151 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust!
Стр. 115 - Townsfolk my strength ; a daintier judge applies His praise to sleight, which from good use doth rise ; Some lucky wits impute it but to chance ; Others, because of both sides I do take My blood from them, who did excel in this, Think Nature me a man of arms did make. How far they shot awry ! the true cause is, STELLA looked on, and from her heavenly face Sent forth the beams which made so fair my race.
Стр. 259 - Soul of the age! The applause! delight! the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read, and praise to give.
Стр. 113 - ... comfort; here a shepherd's boy piping, as though he should never be old ; there a young shepherdess knitting, and withal singing, and it seemed that her voice comforted her hands to work and her hands kept time to her voice-music.
Стр. 277 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Стр. 278 - Her finger was so small, the ring Would not stay on which they did bring, It was too wide a peck : And to say truth, for out it must, ' It look'd like the great collar, just, About our young colt's neck. Her feet beneath her petticoat, Like little mice stole in and out, As if they fear'd the light : But oh ! she dances such a way — No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.
Стр. 122 - Times go by turns, and chances change by course, From foul to fair, from better hap to worse. The sea of Fortune doth not ever flow, She draws her favours to the lowest ebb; Her tides have equal times to come and go, Her loom doth weave the fine and coarsest web; No joy so great but runneth to an end, No hap so hard but may in fine amend.
Стр. 210 - I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend Your force, to break, blow, burn and make me new. I, like an usurped town, to another due, Labor to admit you, but oh, to no end, Reason your viceroy in me, me should defend, But is captived, and proves weak or untrue. Yet dearly I love you...
Стр. 112 - There were hills which garnished their proud heights with stately trees : humble valleys whose base estate seemed comforted with the refreshing of silver rivers; meadows enamelled with all sorts of eye-pleasing flowers ; thickets, which being lined with most pleasant shade were witnessed so to, by the cheerful disposition of many well-tuned birds ; each pasture stored with sheep feeding with sober security, while the pretty lambs with bleating oratory craved...