English Poetry..: With Introduction, Notes and Illustrations, Volume 40P.F. Collier & son, 1910 - English poetry |
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... talkt their fill . Lord Thomas said a word in jest , Fair Annet took it ill : " A , I will nevir wed a wife Against my ain friends ' will . ” " Gif ye wull nevir wed a wife , 99 LORD THOMAS AND FAIR ANNET 61 LORD THOMAS AND FAIR ANNET.
... talkt their fill . Lord Thomas said a word in jest , Fair Annet took it ill : " A , I will nevir wed a wife Against my ain friends ' will . ” " Gif ye wull nevir wed a wife , 99 LORD THOMAS AND FAIR ANNET 61 LORD THOMAS AND FAIR ANNET.
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... his face unto the wall , And death was with him dealing : " Adieu , adieu , my dear friends all , And be kind to Barbara Allan . " 1 Softly . And slowly , slowly raise she up , And slowly BONNY BARBARA ALLAN BONNY BARBARA ALLAN PAGE.
... his face unto the wall , And death was with him dealing : " Adieu , adieu , my dear friends all , And be kind to Barbara Allan . " 1 Softly . And slowly , slowly raise she up , And slowly BONNY BARBARA ALLAN BONNY BARBARA ALLAN PAGE.
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... There he spy'd a man with armour on , As he came riding over the lee . I wonder much what man yon be That so boldly this way does come ; 5 Soon . • Wonders . 4 If . I think it is my nighest friend , I think 126 TRADITIONAL BALLADS.
... There he spy'd a man with armour on , As he came riding over the lee . I wonder much what man yon be That so boldly this way does come ; 5 Soon . • Wonders . 4 If . I think it is my nighest friend , I think 126 TRADITIONAL BALLADS.
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With Introduction, Notes and Illustrations. I think it is my nighest friend , I think it is my bully Grahame . ' O welcome , O welcome , bully Grahame ! O man , thou art my dear , welcome ! O man , thou art my dear , welcome ! For I love ...
With Introduction, Notes and Illustrations. I think it is my nighest friend , I think it is my bully Grahame . ' O welcome , O welcome , bully Grahame ! O man , thou art my dear , welcome ! O man , thou art my dear , welcome ! For I love ...
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... Robyn , 31 To grounde he yede full nere : ' I make myn avowe to God , ' sayd Robyn , ' Thou arte a stalworthe frere . 30 In spite of what his friends had done . 81 Went . ' There is pith in thyn arme , ' sayd 182 TRADITIONAL BALLADS.
... Robyn , 31 To grounde he yede full nere : ' I make myn avowe to God , ' sayd Robyn , ' Thou arte a stalworthe frere . 30 In spite of what his friends had done . 81 Went . ' There is pith in thyn arme , ' sayd 182 TRADITIONAL BALLADS.
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Page 431 - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen: Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Page 267 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted...
Page 425 - KNOW then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of mankind is man. Placed on this isthmus of a middle state, A being darkly wise, and rudely great : With too much knowledge for the sceptic side, With too much weakness for the stoic's pride, He hangs between; in doubt to act, or rest; In doubt to deem himself a god, or beast; In doubt his mind or body to prefer; Born but to die, and reasoning but to err...
Page 459 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Page 415 - HAPPY the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire ; Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.
Page 306 - Queen and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart, And thy crystal shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever, Thou that mak'st...
Page 210 - Even such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth 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 ! ELIZABETHAN MISCELLANIES.
Page 260 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Page 457 - Th' applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbade: nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind...
Page 277 - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight: Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.