Early English Poetry, Ballads, and Popular Literature of the Middle Ages, Volume 13Percy Society, 1844 - English literature |
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Page xvii
... mourning than the Amhara ; and some , instead of making mourning cloths , wear their cloth until it is entirely black with dirt , and this serves them for xvii.
... mourning than the Amhara ; and some , instead of making mourning cloths , wear their cloth until it is entirely black with dirt , and this serves them for xvii.
Page xviii
Percy Society. entirely black with dirt , and this serves them for a mourning suit . They in general go into mourn- ing for sixty days . Some wear a piece of blue Surat cloth , such as the merchants bring from the East ; but the true ...
Percy Society. entirely black with dirt , and this serves them for a mourning suit . They in general go into mourn- ing for sixty days . Some wear a piece of blue Surat cloth , such as the merchants bring from the East ; but the true ...
Page xli
... mourning , and his spirit will sleep and be at rest ! -- Plant the shamrock and wild fir near his head , that strangers might know who is the fallen ! Soon again will your keen be heard on the moun- tain , for before the cold sod is ...
... mourning , and his spirit will sleep and be at rest ! -- Plant the shamrock and wild fir near his head , that strangers might know who is the fallen ! Soon again will your keen be heard on the moun- tain , for before the cold sod is ...
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... mourn For the fall of the brave . On stormy Slieve Mist Spread the cry far and wide , The point of this tongue of land , which is about four miles across , with the Blasket Islands , which lie immediately off it , were held by the ...
... mourn For the fall of the brave . On stormy Slieve Mist Spread the cry far and wide , The point of this tongue of land , which is about four miles across , with the Blasket Islands , which lie immediately off it , were held by the ...
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... the dawn ; — your death have put off All their holiday gear , And in deep weeds of silk Mourning rivals appear . O wild woman of tears ! Who with musical hands , From your bright golden hair Has combed out the long 22 SPECIMENS OF THE KEEN.
... the dawn ; — your death have put off All their holiday gear , And in deep weeds of silk Mourning rivals appear . O wild woman of tears ! Who with musical hands , From your bright golden hair Has combed out the long 22 SPECIMENS OF THE KEEN.
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Page iii - I have caused divers of them to be translated unto me, that I might understand them, and surely they savoured of sweet wit and good invention, but skilled not of the goodly ornaments of poetry ; yet were they sprinkled with some pretty flowers of their natural device, which gave good grace and comeliness unto them...
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Page 1 - What foodless beast can live long in good plight ? Or is it life where senses there be none ? Or what availeth eyes without their light ? Or else a tongue to him that is alone ? Is this a life ? Nay, death you may it call That feels each pain and knows no joy at all.
Page 15 - Now each creature joys the other, Passing happy days and hours; One bird reports unto another In the fall of silver showers, Whilst the earth, our common mother, Hath her bosom decked with flowers. Whilst the greatest torch of heaven With bright rays warms Flora's lap, Making nights and days both even, Cheering plants with fresher sap; My field of flowers quite bereaven Wants refresh of better hap.