An English Garner: Ingatherings from Our History and Literature, Volume 8E. Arber, 1896 - English literature A collection of rare poetry and prose. |
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... gave Yet ( if you shall 120 What though 541 Whilst foaming Whilst angry JUNO Yet in a fine Yet many rivers What time fair . 181 Whilst this " Yet take my son What time , with 284 " Whistler MENALCAS Yet these me not When all the 613 ...
... gave Yet ( if you shall 120 What though 541 Whilst foaming Whilst angry JUNO Yet in a fine Yet many rivers What time fair . 181 Whilst this " Yet take my son What time , with 284 " Whistler MENALCAS Yet these me not When all the 613 ...
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... gave him leave this way to pass ? I trust that I shall him beguile Full long ere he come to Calais . " The Duke of BOURBON answered soon And swore by God and by St. DENIS " We will play them every each one , These Lords of England at ...
... gave him leave this way to pass ? I trust that I shall him beguile Full long ere he come to Calais . " The Duke of BOURBON answered soon And swore by God and by St. DENIS " We will play them every each one , These Lords of England at ...
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... gave that noble city his blessing He prayed JESU it might well fare ! To Westminster did he ride , And the French prisoners with him also : He ransomed them in that tide , And again to their country he let them go . Thus of this matter ...
... gave that noble city his blessing He prayed JESU it might well fare ! To Westminster did he ride , And the French prisoners with him also : He ransomed them in that tide , And again to their country he let them go . Thus of this matter ...
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... Gave them meat to their bodies comfortable ; And at the last the town wan , without fable . Thus of all as now I make an end : To the bliss of heaven , GOD our souls send ! Thus endeth the Battle of Agincourt . Imprinted at London in ...
... Gave them meat to their bodies comfortable ; And at the last the town wan , without fable . Thus of all as now I make an end : To the bliss of heaven , GOD our souls send ! Thus endeth the Battle of Agincourt . Imprinted at London in ...
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... gave the watchword himself before he would take any rest . ABERGAVENNY sets the watch in person . But between one and two of the clock in the night , when everybody was taken to rest save the watch , there a larom at happened a larom ...
... gave the watchword himself before he would take any rest . ABERGAVENNY sets the watch in person . But between one and two of the clock in the night , when everybody was taken to rest save the watch , there a larom at happened a larom ...
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ANTHONY MUNDAY Antwerp Argire arms beauty breast CAMPION Captain Carrack cause CHLORIS Church colour commanded Countess of BEDFORD Crown cruel death desire disdain divers dost doth Earl Earl of NEWCASTLE EDMUND CAMPION Enemy England English eyes fair faith favour fear fire flame gave Gentlemen give gold grace grief hand haste hath heart heavens honour hope Horse JOHN BURROUGH King kiss Lady LICIA live London Lord ABERGAVENNY Majesty Master mind Muse never night Nymph Old King COLE pain pass pity Posy present prisoners Privy Queen quoth rest SATWELL scorn sent Sheriff shew ship shot sighs sing Sir JOHN Sir THOMAS Sir WALTER RALEGH Sir WILLIAM smile SONNET soul Spaniards stay sweet tears thee thine things thou thought town traitors true unto Wherefore wherein whereof Whilst wise WYAT WYAT'S
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Page 628 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Page 548 - Fair stood the wind for France, When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry ; But putting to the main, At Caux, the mouth of Seine, With all his martial train, Landed King Harry.
Page 630 - And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Page 631 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end ; Then lies him down, the lubber fiend, 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.
Page 629 - Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow Through the sweetbriar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine: While the cock with lively din Scatters the rear of darkness thin, And to the stack, or the barn-door, Stoutly struts his dames before...
Page 610 - Then I looked on all the works that my hands had wrought, and on the labour that I had laboured to do : and , behold , all was vanity and vexation of spirit, and there was no profit under the sun.
Page 631 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold, In weeds of peace, high triumphs hold, With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend.
Page 547 - That long there doth not live. When as the luscious smell Of that delicious land, Above the seas that flows, The clear wind throws, Your hearts to swell Approaching the dear strand.
Page 202 - All my jewels in like sort take thou with thee, For they are fitting for thy wife, but not for me. I will spend my days in prayer, Love and all her laws...
Page 633 - OLD King Cole was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he; He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three.