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MATTHEW PRIOR ( Continued ) CLOE • THE DYING ADRIAN TO HIS SOUL PAGE 407 · 408 EPIGRAM 408 ISAAC WATTS TRUE GREATNESS 408 LADY GRISEL BAILLIE WERENA MY HEART LICHT I WAD DEE . 409 JOSEPH ADDISON HYMN • 410 ALLAN RAMSAY PEGGY • 411 JOHN ...
MATTHEW PRIOR ( Continued ) CLOE • THE DYING ADRIAN TO HIS SOUL PAGE 407 · 408 EPIGRAM 408 ISAAC WATTS TRUE GREATNESS 408 LADY GRISEL BAILLIE WERENA MY HEART LICHT I WAD DEE . 409 JOSEPH ADDISON HYMN • 410 ALLAN RAMSAY PEGGY • 411 JOHN ...
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... soul to God , And upon his own sword - point lap he . Now Grahame he was the first that died , And then came Robin Bewick to see ; ' Arise , arise , O son , ' he said , ' For I see thou's won the victory . ' Arise , arise , O son , ' he ...
... soul to God , And upon his own sword - point lap he . Now Grahame he was the first that died , And then came Robin Bewick to see ; ' Arise , arise , O son , ' he said , ' For I see thou's won the victory . ' Arise , arise , O son , ' he ...
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... souls that scour black bowls , And hath them lustily troll'd , God save the lives of them and their wives , Whether they be young or old ! Back and side , etc. SIR THOMAS WYATT [ 1503 ( ? ) - 1542 ] A SUPPLICATION FORGET not yet the ...
... souls that scour black bowls , And hath them lustily troll'd , God save the lives of them and their wives , Whether they be young or old ! Back and side , etc. SIR THOMAS WYATT [ 1503 ( ? ) - 1542 ] A SUPPLICATION FORGET not yet the ...
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... soul , Thy father's shame , thy mother's grief , Born as I doubt to all our dole , And to thyself unhappy chief : Sing lullaby , and lap it warm , Poor soul that thinks no creature harm . thou little think'st and less dost know the ...
... soul , Thy father's shame , thy mother's grief , Born as I doubt to all our dole , And to thyself unhappy chief : Sing lullaby , and lap it warm , Poor soul that thinks no creature harm . thou little think'st and less dost know the ...
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So long as I was in your sight I was your heart , your soul , and treasure ; And evermore you sobb'd and sigh'd Burning in flames beyond all measure : -Three days endured your love to me , And it was lost in other three ! Adieu Love ...
So long as I was in your sight I was your heart , your soul , and treasure ; And evermore you sobb'd and sigh'd Burning in flames beyond all measure : -Three days endured your love to me , And it was lost in other three ! Adieu Love ...
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Page 292 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Page 425 - 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 264 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Page 261 - 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 450 - But knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Kich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll Chill penury repress'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul. " Full many a gem of purest ray serene. The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear ; Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
Page 300 - 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 452 - For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour"d dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led. Some kindred spirit shall enquire thy fate,— Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, "Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Page 275 - Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority, And folly, doctor-like, controlling skill, And simple truth miscall'd simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill : Tired with all these,...
Page 453 - 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 399 - Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow, While organs yet were mute, Timotheus, to his breathing flute And sounding lyre Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.