The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, Том 29Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1822 |
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... Godde That syttes enthron'd on hyghe ! Charles Bawdin , and hys fellowes twaine , To daie shall surelie die . ' Thenne wythe a jugge of nappy ale Hys knyghtes dydd onne hymm waite ; ' Goe tell the traytour , thatt to - daie Hee leaves ...
... Godde That syttes enthron'd on hyghe ! Charles Bawdin , and hys fellowes twaine , To daie shall surelie die . ' Thenne wythe a jugge of nappy ale Hys knyghtes dydd onne hymm waite ; ' Goe tell the traytour , thatt to - daie Hee leaves ...
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... Godde , And laye the yronne rule asyde ; Be thyne the olyve rodde . ' Was Godde to serche our hertes and reines , The beste were synners grete ; Christ's vycarr only knowes na synne , Ynne all this mortall state . ' Lette mercie rule ...
... Godde , And laye the yronne rule asyde ; Be thyne the olyve rodde . ' Was Godde to serche our hertes and reines , The beste were synners grete ; Christ's vycarr only knowes na synne , Ynne all this mortall state . ' Lette mercie rule ...
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... Godde ynn Heav'n That 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 ...
... Godde ynn Heav'n That 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 ...
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... Godde I serve wylle soon provyde For bothe mye sonnes and wyfe . ' Before I sawe the lyghtsome Sunne , Thys was appointed mee : Shall mortal manne repyne or grudge What Godde ordeynes to bee ? ' Howe oft ynne battaile have I stoode ...
... Godde I serve wylle soon provyde For bothe mye sonnes and wyfe . ' Before I sawe the lyghtsome Sunne , Thys was appointed mee : Shall mortal manne repyne or grudge What Godde ordeynes to bee ? ' Howe oft ynne battaile have I stoode ...
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... Godde forefende , And guarde thee and thye sonne , Yff ' tis hys wylle ; but yff ' tis nott , Why thenne hys wylle bee donne . ' My honest friende , my faulte has beene To serve Godde and mye prynce ; And thatt I no tyme - server am ...
... Godde forefende , And guarde thee and thye sonne , Yff ' tis hys wylle ; but yff ' tis nott , Why thenne hys wylle bee donne . ' My honest friende , my faulte has beene To serve Godde and mye prynce ; And thatt I no tyme - server am ...
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Страница 23 - 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.
Страница 45 - 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.
Страница 45 - 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.
Страница 16 - 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.
Страница 47 - 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.
Страница 14 - 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
Страница 48 - 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.
Страница 45 - 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.
Страница 15 - 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.