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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... 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 . Butte whenne hee came , hys children twaine ...
... 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 . Butte whenne hee came , hys children twaine ...
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... Thatt thou shalt surelie die . ' Wee all must die , ' quod brave syr Charles ; " Of thatte I'm not affearde ; Whatte bootes to lyve a little space ? Thanke Jesu , I'm prepar'd : ' Butt telle thye kynge , for myne hee's not , I'de sooner ...
... Thatt thou shalt surelie die . ' Wee all must die , ' quod brave syr Charles ; " Of thatte I'm not affearde ; Whatte bootes to lyve a little space ? Thanke Jesu , I'm prepar'd : ' Butt telle thye kynge , for myne hee's not , I'de sooner ...
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... Thatt thou so soon must dye , And leave thy sonnes and helpless wyfe ; " Tys thys thatt wettes myne eye . ' ' Thenne drie the tears thatt out thyne eye From godlie fountaines sprynge ; Dethe I despise , and alle the power Of Edwarde ...
... Thatt thou so soon must dye , And leave thy sonnes and helpless wyfe ; " Tys thys thatt wettes myne eye . ' ' Thenne drie the tears thatt out thyne eye From godlie fountaines sprynge ; Dethe I despise , and alle the power Of Edwarde ...
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... thatt I no tyme - server am , My dethe wylle soone convynce . ' Ynne Londonne citye was I borne , Of parents of grete note ; My fadre dydd a nobile armes Emblazon onne hys cote : ' I make ne doubte butt hee ys gone Where soone I hope to ...
... thatt I no tyme - server am , My dethe wylle soone convynce . ' Ynne Londonne citye was I borne , Of parents of grete note ; My fadre dydd a nobile armes Emblazon onne hys cote : ' I make ne doubte butt hee ys gone Where soone I hope to ...
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... Thatt you dydd choppe your easie daies Forr those of bloude and peyne ? ' Whatte tho ' I onne a sledde bee drawne , And mangled by a hynde , I doe defye the traytor's pow'r , Hee can ne harm my mynde ; ' Whatte tho ' , uphoisted onne a ...
... Thatt you dydd choppe your easie daies Forr those of bloude and peyne ? ' Whatte tho ' I onne a sledde bee drawne , And mangled by a hynde , I doe defye the traytor's pow'r , Hee can ne harm my mynde ; ' Whatte tho ' , uphoisted onne a ...
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45 ページ - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
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.