English Poetry..: With Introduction, Notes and Illustrations, Volume 40P.F. Collier & son, 1910 - English poetry |
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... Light down , light down , Lady Margret , " he said , " And hold my steed in your hand , Until that against your seven brethren bold , And your father I mak a stand . " She held his steed in her milk - white hand , And never shed one ...
... Light down , light down , Lady Margret , " he said , " And hold my steed in your hand , Until that against your seven brethren bold , And your father I mak a stand . " She held his steed in her milk - white hand , And never shed one ...
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... light of the moon , Until they cam to his mother's ha door , And there they lighted down . 66 Get up , get up , lady mother , " he says , 66 Get up , and let me in ! Get up , get up , lady mother , " he says , " For this night my fair ...
... light of the moon , Until they cam to his mother's ha door , And there they lighted down . 66 Get up , get up , lady mother , " he says , 66 Get up , and let me in ! Get up , get up , lady mother , " he says , " For this night my fair ...
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... Light down , light down , ye ladie free , Some of that fruit let me pull to thee . " " O no , O no , True Thomas , " she says , 66 That fruit maun not be touched by thee , For a ' the plagues that are in hell Light on the fruit of this ...
... Light down , light down , ye ladie free , Some of that fruit let me pull to thee . " " O no , O no , True Thomas , " she says , 66 That fruit maun not be touched by thee , For a ' the plagues that are in hell Light on the fruit of this ...
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... light . " Now whether is this a rich man's house , Or whether is it a poor ? " But neer a word wad ane o them speak , For barring of the door . And first they ate the white puddings , And then they ate the black ; 1 Go . • Housewifery ...
... light . " Now whether is this a rich man's house , Or whether is it a poor ? " But neer a word wad ane o them speak , For barring of the door . And first they ate the white puddings , And then they ate the black ; 1 Go . • Housewifery ...
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... light and gay ; But the Jardines wadna wi him ride , And they rued it to this day . And he has burnt the dales o Tine And part of Almonshire . And three good towers on Roxburgh fells He left them all on fire . Water in which the ...
... light and gay ; But the Jardines wadna wi him ride , And they rued it to this day . And he has burnt the dales o Tine And part of Almonshire . And three good towers on Roxburgh fells He left them all on fire . Water in which the ...
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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.