A poetry-book of elder poets, selected and arranged by A. B. EdwardsAmelia Ann Blanford Edwards 1879 |
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... o'er all . Savor no more than thee behoven shall , Rede well thy self that other folk can'st rede , And Truth thee shalt deliver - ' tis no drede . That thee is sent receive in buxomness : The wrestling of this world , asketh a fall ...
... o'er all . Savor no more than thee behoven shall , Rede well thy self that other folk can'st rede , And Truth thee shalt deliver - ' tis no drede . That thee is sent receive in buxomness : The wrestling of this world , asketh a fall ...
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... o'er the head of your loved Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep Where your old bards , the famous Druids , lie , Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high , Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream : Ay me ! I fondly dream ...
... o'er the head of your loved Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep Where your old bards , the famous Druids , lie , Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high , Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream : Ay me ! I fondly dream ...
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... o'er shady groves they hover And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men . Call unto his funeral dole The ant , the field - mouse , and the mole To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm And ( when gay ...
... o'er shady groves they hover And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men . Call unto his funeral dole The ant , the field - mouse , and the mole To rear him hillocks that shall keep him warm And ( when gay ...
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... o'er With Nature's hand , not Art's ; and pleasures yield , Horace might envy in his Sabine field . Thus would I double my life's fading space , For he that runs it well , twice runs his race . And in this true delight , These unbought ...
... o'er With Nature's hand , not Art's ; and pleasures yield , Horace might envy in his Sabine field . Thus would I double my life's fading space , For he that runs it well , twice runs his race . And in this true delight , These unbought ...
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... o'er the green cornfield did pass In the spring time , the only pretty ring time , When birds do sing hey ding a ding : Sweet lovers love the Spring . Between the acres of the rye These pretty country folks would lie : This carol they ...
... o'er the green cornfield did pass In the spring time , the only pretty ring time , When birds do sing hey ding a ding : Sweet lovers love the Spring . Between the acres of the rye These pretty country folks would lie : This carol they ...
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ALEXANDER SELKIRK AULD ROBIN GRAY BATTLE OF AGINCOURT Beaumont beauty birds breath bright CHRIST'S NATIVITY dear death doth earth Elder Poets ELEGY ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA Eurydice eyes fair fear Fletcher flower golden good-morrow grave green grief grove hand hast hath hear heart heaven Helen honour INVERMAY King Kirconnell kiss ladies land light Line live Lord LOVE'S LOVER Lycidas lyre Milton MORNING OF CHRIST'S Mother mourn Muse Nanny ne'er never night nightingale Noroway notes numbers nymph o'er Osiris pain PATRICK SPENCE Phillida flouts Philomela pleasure poem praise Procne rose sad cypress Sally satyrs shade Shakespeare shepherds shine sigh sing SIR PATRICK SPENCE sleep smiling SONG sorrow soul sound spring stars stream swain sweet tears tell Tereus Thammuz thee things tree unto Verse voice wanton warble weep wilt thou winds wings Yarrow youth
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39 ページ - But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread; Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
85 ページ - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine ; Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage. But O, sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower ? Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what love did seek.
19 ページ - To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers...
117 ページ - When Love with unconfine'd wings Hovers within my Gates ; And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the Grates : When I lie tangled in her hair, And fetter'd to her eye ; The Birds, that wanton in the Air, Know no such Liberty.
73 ページ - 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...
139 ページ - Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly Then, heigh, ho, the holly ! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! &c.
272 ページ - tis said) Before was never made But when of old the Sons of Morning sung, While the Creator great His constellations set, And the well-balanced world on hinges hung ; And cast the dark foundations deep, And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep.
37 ページ - His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore? Alas ! what boots it with incessant care To tend the homely slighted shepherd's trade, And strictly meditate the thankless Muse?
274 ページ - The lonely mountains o'er And the resounding shore A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament ; From haunted spring and dale Edged with poplar pale The parting Genius is with sighing sent ; With flower-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
201 ページ - Ye winds that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.