The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, 第 29 巻Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1822 |
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... dydd onne hymm waite ; ' Goe tell the traytour , thatt to - daie Hee leaves thys mortall state . ' Syr Canterlone * thenne bended lowe , Wythe harte brymm fulle of woe ; Hee journey'd to the castle - gate , And to syr Charles dydd goe ...
... dydd onne hymm waite ; ' Goe tell the traytour , thatt to - daie Hee leaves thys mortall state . ' Syr Canterlone * thenne bended lowe , Wythe harte brymm fulle of woe ; Hee journey'd to the castle - gate , And to syr Charles dydd goe ...
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... dydd goe out , To tell the maior straite To gett all thynges in readyness For good syr Charleses fate . Thenne maisterr Canynge saughte the kynge , And felle down onne hys knee ; ' I'am come , ' quod hee , ' unto your grace To move your ...
... dydd goe out , To tell the maior straite To gett all thynges in readyness For good syr Charleses fate . Thenne maisterr Canynge saughte the kynge , And felle down onne hys knee ; ' I'am come , ' quod hee , ' unto your grace To move your ...
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... dydd mee beinge gyve , I wylle nott taste a bitt of breade Whilst thys syr Charles doth lyve . ' Bie Marie , and alle seinctes in Heav'n , Thys Sunne shall be hys laste . ' Thenne Canynge dropt a brinie teare , And from the presence ...
... dydd mee beinge gyve , I wylle nott taste a bitt of breade Whilst thys syr Charles doth lyve . ' Bie Marie , and alle seinctes in Heav'n , Thys Sunne shall be hys laste . ' Thenne Canynge dropt a brinie teare , And from the presence ...
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... 'd the fatten'd grounde : ' Howe dydd I knowe thatt ev'ry darte , That cutte the airie waie , Myghte nott fynde passage toe my harte , And close myne eyes for aie ? ' And shall I nowe , forr feere of dethe 158 THE BRISTOW TRAGEDY .
... 'd the fatten'd grounde : ' Howe dydd I knowe thatt ev'ry darte , That cutte the airie waie , Myghte nott fynde passage toe my harte , And close myne eyes for aie ? ' And shall I nowe , forr feere of dethe 158 THE BRISTOW TRAGEDY .
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... dydd a nobile armes Emblazon onne hys cote : ' I make ne doubte butt hee ys gone Where soone I hope to goe ; Where wee for ever shall bee blest , From oute the reech of woe : ' Hee taught mee justice and the laws Wyth pitie to unite ...
... dydd a nobile armes Emblazon onne hys cote : ' I make ne doubte butt hee ys gone Where soone I hope to goe ; Where wee for ever shall bee blest , From oute the reech of woe : ' Hee taught mee justice and the laws Wyth pitie to unite ...
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23 ページ - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
45 ページ - 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. Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood.
45 ページ - Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
16 ページ - Where each old poetic mountain Inspiration breathed around ; Every shade and hallow'd fountain Murmur'd deep a solemn sound : Till the sad Nine, in Greece's evil hour Left their Parnassus for the Latian plains.
47 ページ - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful-wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.
14 ページ - That every labouring sinew strains, Those in the deeper vitals rage : Lo, Poverty, to fill the band, That numbs the soul with icy hand And slow-consuming Age. To each his sufferings : all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan ; The tender for another's pain, Th
48 ページ - He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bosom of his father and his God.
45 ページ - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands, that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.
15 ページ - And from her own she learn'd to melt at others' woe. Scared at thy frown terrific, fly Self-pleasing Folly's idle brood, Wild Laughter, Noise, and thoughtless Joy, And leave us leisure to be good. Light they disperse, and with them go The summer Friend, the flattering Foe ; By vain Prosperity received To her they vow their truth, and are again believed.