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... things , 147 REYNOLDS , JOHN HAMILTON . MOTHERWELL , WILLIAM . Matin Song , Song of the Danish Sea - King , 274 The Wood , 268 Song , 270 NICOLL , ROBERT , Wild Flowers , 303 ROBERTS , WILLIAM HAYWARD . Universal Worship , 149 PAGE PAGE ...
... things , 147 REYNOLDS , JOHN HAMILTON . MOTHERWELL , WILLIAM . Matin Song , Song of the Danish Sea - King , 274 The Wood , 268 Song , 270 NICOLL , ROBERT , Wild Flowers , 303 ROBERTS , WILLIAM HAYWARD . Universal Worship , 149 PAGE PAGE ...
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... our lord yit leve his vanite ? Wol he not wedde ? allas , allas the while ! Why wol he thus himself and us bigyle ? " GEOFFREY CHAUCER . I wol no thing , ye be. THE MARRIAGE OF PATIENT GRISSEL . HENRY HOWARD , EARL OF SURREY . I.
... our lord yit leve his vanite ? Wol he not wedde ? allas , allas the while ! Why wol he thus himself and us bigyle ? " GEOFFREY CHAUCER . I wol no thing , ye be. THE MARRIAGE OF PATIENT GRISSEL . HENRY HOWARD , EARL OF SURREY . I.
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Robert Bell. GEOFFREY CHAUCER . I wol no thing , ye be my lord so deere ; Right as yow list , governith this matiere . " " Yit wol I , " quod this markys softely , " That in thy chambre , I and thou and sche Have a collacioun , and ...
Robert Bell. GEOFFREY CHAUCER . I wol no thing , ye be my lord so deere ; Right as yow list , governith this matiere . " " Yit wol I , " quod this markys softely , " That in thy chambre , I and thou and sche Have a collacioun , and ...
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... thing of hir olde gere Sche schulde brynge unto his hous , he bad That wommen schuld despoilen hir right there , Of which these ladyes were nought ful glad To handle hir clothes wherein sche was clad ; But natheles this mayde bright of ...
... thing of hir olde gere Sche schulde brynge unto his hous , he bad That wommen schuld despoilen hir right there , Of which these ladyes were nought ful glad To handle hir clothes wherein sche was clad ; But natheles this mayde bright of ...
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... things worse : These would have children ; -those that have them , moan , Or wish them gone : What is it , then , to have , or have no wife , But single thraldom , or a double strife ? ROBERT , EARL OF ESSEX . Our own affections still 15.
... things worse : These would have children ; -those that have them , moan , Or wish them gone : What is it , then , to have , or have no wife , But single thraldom , or a double strife ? ROBERT , EARL OF ESSEX . Our own affections still 15.
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ABRAHAM COWLEY BAUCIS AND PHILEMON beam beauty beneath bird blessed Bouillabaisse bowers breast breath bright charm cheek churchyard clouds dancing dark DAVID MACBETH MOIR dead dear deep delight doth dreams earth eyes fair fairy flowers gaze grace grave Greatbach green groves hand hath hear heart heaven hill JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS JOHN MILTON JONATHAN SWIFT lady land light live lonely look Lord Love's lyre maid MARK AKENSIDE moon morn mountain muse ne'er never night nymph o'er PATIENT GRISSEL pride Radclyffe RICHARD LOVELACE ROBERT HERRICK rose round sche shade shepherd shining shore sigh sight silent sing SIR JOSEPH ARNOULD sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit stars Stothard stream sweet thee thine thou art thought toil trees Twas unto vale voice wandering wave weep wild winds wings wirra-sthru woods young youth
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Page 102 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Page 49 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Page 41 - When youth and blood are warmer: But being spent. the worse. and worst Times still succeed the former. Then be not coy. but use your time. And while ye may go marry: For having lost but once your prime.
Page 55 - And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength, And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings. Thus done the tales, to bed they creep, By whispering winds soon lulled asleep.
Page 166 - But hark ! a rap comes gently to the door ; Jenny, wha kens the meaning o' the same, Tells how a neebor lad cam' o'er the moor, To do some errands, and convoy her hame. The wily mother sees the conscious flame Sparkle in Jenny's e'e, and flush her cheek ; With heart-struck anxious care, inquires his name, While Jenny hafflins is afraid to speak : Weel pleased the mother hears it's nae wild, worthless rake. Wi...
Page 44 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal, Then chiefly...
Page 21 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Page 254 - But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow. We thought as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow.
Page 110 - midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut, That from the mountain's side, Views wilds, and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discovered spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
Page 216 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden, saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.