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... hand locked ; Heavy ringed iron Sang in their war sarks , As they strode onward . Then the sea weary ones Set their broad shields down Round and hard hammered , Close by the house wall . To a bench bending , Brought they the byrnies ...
... hand locked ; Heavy ringed iron Sang in their war sarks , As they strode onward . Then the sea weary ones Set their broad shields down Round and hard hammered , Close by the house wall . To a bench bending , Brought they the byrnies ...
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... hand into the popu- lar ballad , and on the other were written down in big quartos by the prose romancer . Such was the metrical romance of the feudal time , and we can now learn somewhat of its English history . We have first the Round ...
... hand into the popu- lar ballad , and on the other were written down in big quartos by the prose romancer . Such was the metrical romance of the feudal time , and we can now learn somewhat of its English history . We have first the Round ...
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... hand of the artist . The flowers are not of nature's making , but of painted tissue paper . The ballad litera- ture of the first age is in this respect inimitable . It is to the poetry of art as the carol of the lark to an opera . If we ...
... hand of the artist . The flowers are not of nature's making , but of painted tissue paper . The ballad litera- ture of the first age is in this respect inimitable . It is to the poetry of art as the carol of the lark to an opera . If we ...
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... hand , The foremast wi ' his knee ; And he brake that gallant ship in twain , And sank her in the sea . The Broom o ' the Cowden - Knowes . O the broom , and the bonny bonny broom , And the broom of the Cowden - Knowes ! And aye sae ...
... hand , The foremast wi ' his knee ; And he brake that gallant ship in twain , And sank her in the sea . The Broom o ' the Cowden - Knowes . O the broom , and the bonny bonny broom , And the broom of the Cowden - Knowes ! And aye sae ...
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... hand , Lord William ! " she said , strokes are wondrous sair ; 44 For your True lovers I can get many a ane , But a father I can never get mair . " I send him the rings from my white fingers , The garlands off my hair ; I send him the ...
... hand , Lord William ! " she said , strokes are wondrous sair ; 44 For your True lovers I can get many a ane , But a father I can never get mair . " I send him the rings from my white fingers , The garlands off my hair ; I send him the ...
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Page 183 - For the wit and mind of man, if it work upon matter, which is the contemplation of the creatures of God, worketh according to the stuff and is limited thereby; but if it work upon itself, as the spider worketh his web, then it is endless, and brings forth indeed cobwebs of learning, admirable for the fineness of thread and work, but of no substance or profit.
Page 162 - But so have I seen a rose newly springing from the clefts of its hood, and at first it was fair as the morning and full with the dew of heaven as a lamb's fleece; but when a ruder breath had forced open its virgin modesty and dismantled its too youthful and unripe retirements...
Page 194 - ... as if there were sought in knowledge a couch whereupon to rest a searching and restless spirit; or a terrace for a wandering and variable mind to walk up and down with a fair prospect; or a tower of state, for a proud mind to raise itself upon; or a fort or commanding ground, for strife and contention; or a shop, for profit or sale; and not a rich storehouse for the glory of the Creator and the relief of man's estate.
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Page 176 - Now if Nature should intermit her course, and leave altogether, though it were but for a while, the observation of her own laws; if those principal and mother elements of the world, whereof all things in this lower world are made, should lose the qualities which...
Page 135 - All things that move between the quiet poles Shall be at my command : emperors and kings Are but obeyed in their several provinces, Nor can they raise the wind or rend the clouds ; But his dominion that exceeds in this Stretcheth as far as doth the mind of man, A sound magician is a mighty god : Here, Faustus, tire thy brains to gain a deity.
Page 161 - ... loud sighings of an eastern wind, and his motion made irregular and inconstant, descending more at every breath of the tempest than it could recover by the...
Page 176 - ... should forget their wonted motions, and by irregular volubility turn themselves any way as it might happen; if the prince of the lights of heaven, which now as a giant doth run his unwearied course, should as it were through a languishing faintness begin to stand and to rest himself; if the moon should wander from her beaten way...
Page 177 - ... as a giant doth run his unwearied course, should as it were through a languishing faintness begin to stand and to rest himself; if the moon should wander from her beaten way, the times and seasons of the year blend themselves by disordered and confused mixture, the winds breathe out their last gasp, the clouds yield no rain, the earth be defeated of heavenly influence, the fruits of the earth pine away as children at the withered breasts of their mother no longer able to yield them relief; what...
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