An English Garner: Ingatherings from Our History and Literature, Հատոր 8E. Arber, 1896 A collection of rare poetry and prose. |
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... Small was her ( bis ) 459 None stands so 559 Or made posies 542 Smile not , fair 453 No art nor force 195 Our King fully 16 Some in their 189 PAGE Some shipboys ' 402 The heavens These are no FIRST LINES OF POEMS AND STANZAS . 9.
... Small was her ( bis ) 459 None stands so 559 Or made posies 542 Smile not , fair 453 No art nor force 195 Our King fully 16 Some in their 189 PAGE Some shipboys ' 402 The heavens These are no FIRST LINES OF POEMS AND STANZAS . 9.
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... their coats : Yet forth they wandering are , devoid of fear . They which have tasted of the Muses ' spring , I hope , will smile upon the tunes they sing . W. SMITH . To all Shepherds in general . Ou whom the World FINIS . 173.
... their coats : Yet forth they wandering are , devoid of fear . They which have tasted of the Muses ' spring , I hope , will smile upon the tunes they sing . W. SMITH . To all Shepherds in general . Ou whom the World FINIS . 173.
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... smile ! Whose weak - penned Muse , to fly too soon doth Before her feathers have their full perfection , She soars aloft , pricked on by blind affection . You whose deep wits , ingine , and industry , The everlasting palm of praise have ...
... smile ! Whose weak - penned Muse , to fly too soon doth Before her feathers have their full perfection , She soars aloft , pricked on by blind affection . You whose deep wits , ingine , and industry , The everlasting palm of praise have ...
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... smile remunerate my toil ; None other guerdon I , of thee desire . Give not my lowly Muse new - hatched the foil , But warmth ; that she may at the length aspire Unto the temples of thy star - bright Eyes ; Upon whose round orbs perfect ...
... smile remunerate my toil ; None other guerdon I , of thee desire . Give not my lowly Muse new - hatched the foil , But warmth ; that she may at the length aspire Unto the temples of thy star - bright Eyes ; Upon whose round orbs perfect ...
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... which never dry have been Since she their honour hath detained in thrall . And still she scorns one favouring smile to show Unto those waves proceeding from my woe . A Dream . SONNET XIII . | HAT time fair 180 W. Smith CHLORIS .
... which never dry have been Since she their honour hath detained in thrall . And still she scorns one favouring smile to show Unto those waves proceeding from my woe . A Dream . SONNET XIII . | HAT time fair 180 W. Smith CHLORIS .
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An English Garner: Ingatherings from Our History and Literature, Հատոր 8 Edward Arber Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1896 |
An English Garner: Ingatherings from Our History and Literature, Հատոր 8 Edward Arber Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1896 |
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ANTHONY MUNDAY Antwerp Argire arms beauty breast CAMPION Captain Carrack cause CHLORIS Church colour commanded Countess of BEDFORD Crown cruel death desire disdain divers dost doth Earl Earl of NEWCASTLE EDMUND CAMPION Enemy England English eyes fair faith favour fear fire flame gave Gentlemen give gold grace grief hand haste hath heart heavens honour hope Horse JOHN BURROUGH King kiss Lady LICIA live London Lord ABERGAVENNY Majesty Master mind Muse never night Nymph Old King COLE pain pass pity Posy present prisoners Privy Queen quoth rest SATWELL scorn sent Sheriff shew ship shot sighs sing Sir JOHN Sir THOMAS Sir WALTER RALEGH Sir WILLIAM smile SONNET soul Spaniards stay sweet tears thee thine things thou thought town traitors true unto Wherefore wherein whereof Whilst wise WYAT WYAT'S
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Էջ 628 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Էջ 548 - Fair stood the wind for France, When we our sails advance, Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry ; But putting to the main, At Caux, the mouth of Seine, With all his martial train, Landed King Harry.
Էջ 630 - And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Էջ 631 - When in one night, ere glimpse of morn, His shadowy flail hath threshed the corn That ten day-labourers could not end ; Then lies him down, the lubber fiend, And, stretched out all the chimney's length, Basks at the fire his hairy strength, And crop-full out of doors he flings, Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Էջ 629 - Till the dappled dawn doth rise; Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow Through the sweetbriar, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine: While the cock with lively din Scatters the rear of darkness thin, And to the stack, or the barn-door, Stoutly struts his dames before...
Էջ 610 - Then I looked on all the works that my hands had wrought, and on the labour that I had laboured to do : and , behold , all was vanity and vexation of spirit, and there was no profit under the sun.
Էջ 631 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold, In weeds of peace, high triumphs hold, With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace whom all commend.
Էջ 547 - That long there doth not live. When as the luscious smell Of that delicious land, Above the seas that flows, The clear wind throws, Your hearts to swell Approaching the dear strand.
Էջ 202 - All my jewels in like sort take thou with thee, For they are fitting for thy wife, but not for me. I will spend my days in prayer, Love and all her laws...
Էջ 633 - OLD King Cole was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he; He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three.