Alphonsus, king of Arragon. James the Fourth. George-a-Greene, the pinner of Wakefield. Specimen of the History of George-a-Greene. Ballad of the Jolly Pinder of Wakefield. PoemsW. Pickering, 1831 - 324 pages |
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... maid , bridle these brutish thoughts , And learn to follow what the fates assign . When Saturn heard that Jupiter his son Should drive him headlong from his heavenly seat , Down to the bottom of the dark Avern , He did command his ...
... maid , bridle these brutish thoughts , And learn to follow what the fates assign . When Saturn heard that Jupiter his son Should drive him headlong from his heavenly seat , Down to the bottom of the dark Avern , He did command his ...
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... maid ? What have you found mine arm of such a force As that you think your body over weak For to withstand the fury of my blows ? Or do you else disdain to fight with me , For staining of your high nobility ? ALPHON . No , dainty dame ...
... maid ? What have you found mine arm of such a force As that you think your body over weak For to withstand the fury of my blows ? Or do you else disdain to fight with me , For staining of your high nobility ? ALPHON . No , dainty dame ...
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... maid A wanton wench , unconstant , lewd and light , That yields the field before she venture fight ; Especially unto her mortal foe , As you were then unto Iphigena . But , for because I see you fitter are To enter lists , and combat ...
... maid A wanton wench , unconstant , lewd and light , That yields the field before she venture fight ; Especially unto her mortal foe , As you were then unto Iphigena . But , for because I see you fitter are To enter lists , and combat ...
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... maid of my degree . CARI . The gods forbid that e'er Carinus tongue Should go about to make a maid consent Unto the thing which modesty denies . That which I ask , is neither hurt to thee , Danger to parents , nor disgrace to friends ...
... maid of my degree . CARI . The gods forbid that e'er Carinus tongue Should go about to make a maid consent Unto the thing which modesty denies . That which I ask , is neither hurt to thee , Danger to parents , nor disgrace to friends ...
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... maid . EUST . But knows my friend this portrait ? be advis'd . SIR BAR . Is it not Ida , the Countess of Arran's daughter's ? EUST . So was I told by Elinor of Carlisle : But tell me , lovely Bartram , is the maid Evil - inclin'd ...
... maid . EUST . But knows my friend this portrait ? be advis'd . SIR BAR . Is it not Ida , the Countess of Arran's daughter's ? EUST . So was I told by Elinor of Carlisle : But tell me , lovely Bartram , is the maid Evil - inclin'd ...
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ALBI Albinius ALPHON Alphonsus Amurack Arragon art thou ATEU Ateukin beauty bel ami Belinus Bettris Bohan Bonfield Carinus court crown Cuddy death delight Dorothea doth earl of Kendal Enter erst EUST Exeunt omnes Exit eyes Fabius face fair father Fausta favour fear fire George George-a-Greene give Grace grief GRIME hand hast hath heart heavens honour IPHI Iphigena Jaques Jove king KING OF SCOTS LADY look lord madam Mahomet Mahound maid master MEDEA MELICERTUS men at arms mighty mind N'oserez NANO ne'er never noble nought Oberon Phillis Phoebus Pinner prince queen revenge Robin Robin Hood SCOTS shepherd shew sighs SIR BAR SIR CUTH Sirrah SLIP swain sweet sword tell thee thine thou art thou shalt thoughts traitorous unto Venus Wakefield wanton Whenas wilt words wound youth
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Page 219 - s grief enough for thee. Streaming tears that never stint, Like pearl-drops from a flint, Fell by course from his eyes, That one another's place supplies ; Thus he griev'd in every part, Tears of blood fell from his heart, When he left his pretty boy, Father's sorrow, father's joy. Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee ; When thou art old there 's grief enough for thee.
Page 288 - Sweet are the thoughts that savour of content ; /The quiet mind is richer than a crown ; Sweet are the nights in careless slumber spent ; The poor estate scorns fortune's angry frown : Such sweet content, such minds, such sleep, such bliss, Beggars enjoy, when princes oft do miss. The homely house that harbours quiet rest ; The cottage that affords no pride nor care ; The mean that 'grees with country music best ; The sweet consort of mirth and music's fare ; Obscured life sets down a type of bliss...
Page 276 - Ah, what is love? It is a pretty thing, As sweet unto a shepherd as a king — And sweeter too, For kings have cares that wait upon a crown, And cares can make the sweetest love to frown.
Page 302 - With folded arms and lips meeting, Each soul another sweetly greeting; For by the breath the soul fleeteth, And soul with soul in kissing meeteth. If love be so sweet a thing, That such happy bliss doth bring, Happy is love's sugared thrall, But unhappy maidens all, Who esteem your virgin blisses Sweeter than a wife's sweet kisses. No such quiet to the mind, As true love with kisses kind: But if a kiss prove unchaste, Then is true love quite disgraced. Though love be sweet, learn this of me, No sweet...
Page 134 - Why, prince, it is no murder i$ a king To end another's life to save his own : For you are not as common people be, Who die and perish with a few men's tears ; But if you fail, the state doth whole default, The realm is rent in twain in such a loss.
Page 291 - T' outlength my life, whom friends have left forlorn ; How well are they that die ere they be born, And never see thy sleights, which few men shun Till unawares they helpless are undone ! Oft have I sung of Love and of his fire ; But now I find that poet was advised, Which...
Page 277 - ... For cares cause kings full oft their sleep to spill, Where weary shepherds lie and snort their fill. Ah then, ah then, If country loves such sweet desires do gain, What lady would not love a shepherd swain?
Page 318 - I op'd the door, and granted his desire, I rose myself, and made the wag a fire. Looking more narrow by the fire's flame, I spied his quiver hanging by his back : Doubting the boy might my misfortune frame, I would have gone for fear of further...
Page 221 - LIKE to Diana in her summer weed, Girt with a crimson robe of brightest dye, Goes fair Samela ; Whiter than be the flocks that straggling feed, When washed by Arethusa faint they lie, Is fair Samela...
Page 252 - Burn* all my thoughts with sweet desires ; Je vous en prie, pity me ; N'oserez vous, mon bel, mon bel, N'oserez vous, mon bel ami ? All thy beauties sting my heart...