The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, المجلد 29Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1822 |
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الصفحة 136
... wylle fayle , albeytte wee be stronge , Ne wylle oure pace swefte as our danger go . To our grete wronges wee have enheped moe , The baronnes warre ! oh ! woe and well - a - daie ! I haveth lyff , bott have escaped soe That lyff , ytsel ...
... wylle fayle , albeytte wee be stronge , Ne wylle oure pace swefte as our danger go . To our grete wronges wee have enheped moe , The baronnes warre ! oh ! woe and well - a - daie ! I haveth lyff , bott have escaped soe That lyff , ytsel ...
الصفحة 137
... last edition from the best MSS . The inference is plain enough , from whence the author of the poem got his word obaie , with its interpretation . Tyrwhitt . M 2 Calked from evrych joie , heere wylle I blede : ECLOGUES . 137.
... last edition from the best MSS . The inference is plain enough , from whence the author of the poem got his word obaie , with its interpretation . Tyrwhitt . M 2 Calked from evrych joie , heere wylle I blede : ECLOGUES . 137.
الصفحة 138
... wylle I blede : Fell ys the Cullys - yatte of mie hartes castle stede . ROBERTE . Oure woes alyche , alyche our dome shal bee . Mie sonne , mie sonne alleyn , † ystorven ys ; Here wylle I staie , and end mie lyff with thee ; A lyff ...
... wylle I blede : Fell ys the Cullys - yatte of mie hartes castle stede . ROBERTE . Oure woes alyche , alyche our dome shal bee . Mie sonne , mie sonne alleyn , † ystorven ys ; Here wylle I staie , and end mie lyff with thee ; A lyff ...
الصفحة 144
... wylle not bee asseled naie . * Thyssen . This word is not to be found in any other writer : thisom or thisen , is used by the colliers about Bristol . + Bordel , in very old French , signifies a cottage , and bordelier , a cottager ...
... wylle not bee asseled naie . * Thyssen . This word is not to be found in any other writer : thisom or thisen , is used by the colliers about Bristol . + Bordel , in very old French , signifies a cottage , and bordelier , a cottager ...
الصفحة 146
... wylle a leson telle ; Arist it blew , itte florished , and dyd well , Lokeynge ascaunce upon the naighboure greene ; Yet with the deigned greene yttes rennome felle , Eftsoones ytte shronke upon the daie - brente playne , Didde not ...
... wylle a leson telle ; Arist it blew , itte florished , and dyd well , Lokeynge ascaunce upon the naighboure greene ; Yet with the deigned greene yttes rennome felle , Eftsoones ytte shronke upon the daie - brente playne , Didde not ...
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الصفحة 45 - 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!
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.