The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Volume 29Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1822 - English poetry |
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Page 136
... wythe the owlette trembled and dyd crie ; First Roberte Neatherde hys sore boesom stroke , Then fellen on the grounde and thus yspoke . ROBERTE . Ah , Raufe ! gif thos the howres do comme alonge , Gif thos wee flie in chase of farther ...
... wythe the owlette trembled and dyd crie ; First Roberte Neatherde hys sore boesom stroke , Then fellen on the grounde and thus yspoke . ROBERTE . Ah , Raufe ! gif thos the howres do comme alonge , Gif thos wee flie in chase of farther ...
Page 137
... wythe the Mie store of all the blessynges Heaven can grant . I amm duressed unto sorrowes blowe , [ flowe . Ihantend to the peyne , will lette ne salte teare RAUFE . Here I wille obaiet untylle dethe doe ' pere , Here lyche a foule ...
... wythe the Mie store of all the blessynges Heaven can grant . I amm duressed unto sorrowes blowe , [ flowe . Ihantend to the peyne , will lette ne salte teare RAUFE . Here I wille obaiet untylle dethe doe ' pere , Here lyche a foule ...
Page 139
... wythe a swotye cleme Conteke the dynnynge ayre , and reche the skies . Sprytes of the bleste , on gouldyn trones astedde , Poure owte yer pleasaunce onn mie fadres hedde . The gule depeyncted oares from the black tyde , Decorn with ...
... wythe a swotye cleme Conteke the dynnynge ayre , and reche the skies . Sprytes of the bleste , on gouldyn trones astedde , Poure owte yer pleasaunce onn mie fadres hedde . The gule depeyncted oares from the black tyde , Decorn with ...
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... wythe lockes of blodde - red die , Terroure , emburled yn the thonders rage , Deathe , lynked to dismaie , dothe ugsomme flie , Enchafynge echone champyonne war to wage . Spores * bevylet speres ; swerdes upon swerdes en- gage ; it ...
... wythe lockes of blodde - red die , Terroure , emburled yn the thonders rage , Deathe , lynked to dismaie , dothe ugsomme flie , Enchafynge echone champyonne war to wage . Spores * bevylet speres ; swerdes upon swerdes en- gage ; it ...
Page 146
... wythe the ranke wede bereth evalle parte . The cravent , warrioure , and the wyse be blente , Alyche to drie awaie wythe those theie dyd be- mente . MANNE . All - a - boon , * syr priest , all - a - boon . Bye yer preetschype nowe saye ...
... wythe the ranke wede bereth evalle parte . The cravent , warrioure , and the wyse be blente , Alyche to drie awaie wythe those theie dyd be- mente . MANNE . All - a - boon , * syr priest , all - a - boon . Bye yer preetschype nowe saye ...
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Page 45 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
Page 23 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Page 45 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear ; Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood.
Page 45 - Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
Page 16 - Where each old poetic mountain Inspiration breathed around ; Every shade and hallow'd fountain Murmur'd deep a solemn sound : Till the sad Nine, in Greece's evil hour Left their Parnassus for the Latian plains.
Page 47 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful-wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.
Page 14 - That every labouring sinew strains, Those in the deeper vitals rage : Lo, Poverty, to fill the band, That numbs the soul with icy hand And slow-consuming Age. To each his sufferings : all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan ; The tender for another's pain, Th
Page 48 - He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bosom of his father and his God.
Page 45 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands, that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.
Page 15 - And from her own she learn'd to melt at others' woe. Scared at thy frown terrific, fly Self-pleasing Folly's idle brood, Wild Laughter, Noise, and thoughtless Joy, And leave us leisure to be good. Light they disperse, and with them go The summer Friend, the flattering Foe ; By vain Prosperity received To her they vow their truth, and are again believed.