The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by Various Writers and a General Introduction, Volume 1Macmillan, 1895 - English poetry |
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... . Not oo word spak he morë than was neede , coins stamped with a shield : écus . 5 psaltery , hard 1 for fear of . ⚫ gains . ⚫ short cloak . And that was seid in forme and reverence And schort 54 THE ENGLISH POETS .
... . Not oo word spak he morë than was neede , coins stamped with a shield : écus . 5 psaltery , hard 1 for fear of . ⚫ gains . ⚫ short cloak . And that was seid in forme and reverence And schort 54 THE ENGLISH POETS .
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... fear a deadly storm ! I saw the new moon , late yestreen , Wi ' the auld moon in her arm ; And , if we gang to sea , master , I fear we'll come to harm . ' They hadna sailed a league , a league , A league but barely three , When the ...
... fear a deadly storm ! I saw the new moon , late yestreen , Wi ' the auld moon in her arm ; And , if we gang to sea , master , I fear we'll come to harm . ' They hadna sailed a league , a league , A league but barely three , When the ...
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... fear you'll ne'er spy land . ' He hadna gane a step , a step , A step but barely ane , When a bout flew out of our goodly ship , And the salt sea it came in . ' Gae , fetch a web o ' the silken claith , Another o ' the twine , And wap ...
... fear you'll ne'er spy land . ' He hadna gane a step , a step , A step but barely ane , When a bout flew out of our goodly ship , And the salt sea it came in . ' Gae , fetch a web o ' the silken claith , Another o ' the twine , And wap ...
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... And there they lighted down . They lighted down to tak a drink Of the spring that ran sae clear ; And down the stream ran his gude heart's blood And sair she gan to fear . ' Hold up , hold up , Lord William , 222 THE ENGLISH FOETS .
... And there they lighted down . They lighted down to tak a drink Of the spring that ran sae clear ; And down the stream ran his gude heart's blood And sair she gan to fear . ' Hold up , hold up , Lord William , 222 THE ENGLISH FOETS .
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... fear that you are slain ! ' " Tis naething but the shadow of my scarlet cloak , That shines in the water sae plain . ' O they rade on , and on they rade , And a ' by the light of the moon , Until they cam ' to his mother's ha ' door ...
... fear that you are slain ! ' " Tis naething but the shadow of my scarlet cloak , That shines in the water sae plain . ' O they rade on , and on they rade , And a ' by the light of the moon , Until they cam ' to his mother's ha ' door ...
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Page 459 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Page 456 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Page 450 - ... key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since, seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet. So is the time that keeps you as my chest, Or as the wardrobe which the robe doth hide, To make some special instant special blest, By new unfolding his imprison'd pride.
Page 457 - If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Page 416 - With coral clasps and amber studs; And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Page 459 - Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go. And be you blithe and bonny ; ' Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Page 292 - Crosse he bore, The deare remembrance of his dying Lord, For whose sweete sake that glorious badge he wore, And dead as living ever him ador'd: Upon his shield the like was also scor'd...
Page 228 - There lived a wife at Usher's Well, And a wealthy wife was she; She had three stout and stalwart sons, And sent them o'er the sea. They hadna been a week from her, A week but barely ane, When word came to the carline wife That her three sons were gane.
Page 450 - As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses : But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so ; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made : And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth, When that shall fade, my verse distils your truth.
Page 490 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with age and dust ; Who in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days ; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust.