Specimens, with memoirs, of the less-known British poets. With an intr. essay, by G. Gilfillan. The text ed. by C.C. Clarke, المجلد 1George Gilfillan 1881 |
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الصفحة xviii
... crown of laurel in West- minster Hall , which Stow repeats , is there mentioned , and that of his legs being fastened with iron fetters " under his horse's wombe , " is told with savage exultation . The piece was probably indited in the ...
... crown of laurel in West- minster Hall , which Stow repeats , is there mentioned , and that of his legs being fastened with iron fetters " under his horse's wombe , " is told with savage exultation . The piece was probably indited in the ...
الصفحة xxi
... crown here , for the high tide . All the noble men of this land to the noble feast come , And their wives and their daughtren with them many nome , 11 This feast was noble enow , and nobliche ydo ; For many was the fair lady that ycome ...
... crown here , for the high tide . All the noble men of this land to the noble feast come , And their wives and their daughtren with them many nome , 11 This feast was noble enow , and nobliche ydo ; For many was the fair lady that ycome ...
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... crown one to be king , to rule them boeth , That if Dowell and Dobet are against Dobest , Then shall the king come , and cast them in irons , And but if Dobest bid for them , they be there for ever . Thus Dowell and Dobet , and Dobestë ...
... crown one to be king , to rule them boeth , That if Dowell and Dobet are against Dobest , Then shall the king come , and cast them in irons , And but if Dobest bid for them , they be there for ever . Thus Dowell and Dobet , and Dobestë ...
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... Crown . ' Barbour also wrote a poem under what seems now the strange title , ' The Brute . ' This was in reality a metrical history of Scotland , commencing with the fables concerning Brutus , or ' Brute , ' who , according to ancient ...
... Crown . ' Barbour also wrote a poem under what seems now the strange title , ' The Brute . ' This was in reality a metrical history of Scotland , commencing with the fables concerning Brutus , or ' Brute , ' who , according to ancient ...
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... crown , that he was king . And when Gloster and Hereford were With their battle approaching near , 16 ' Perquier : ' perfectly . - 2 " 2 Hale : ' whole . - 3 Gart : ' caused . Before them all there came ridand , With helm on 20 BARBOUR ...
... crown , that he was king . And when Gloster and Hereford were With their battle approaching near , 16 ' Perquier : ' perfectly . - 2 " 2 Hale : ' whole . - 3 Gart : ' caused . Before them all there came ridand , With helm on 20 BARBOUR ...
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appear bear beauty became better birds blood body born breast bright bring cause comes Court crown death died doth earth eyes face fair fall fame fear fire flame flowers force give grace ground grow hand happy hast hath head heart heaven Italy keep kind king lady land learned leaves less light live look Lord mind move nature never night once pass play poem poet praise prince Queen rest rich rise seems seen shine side sight sing sleep song soon soul sound spirit spring strong sweet tears tell thee things thou thought thousand till took trees true unto verse wind wood youth
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الصفحة 178 - Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade. Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside...
الصفحة 112 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies ; How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries ? Sure, if that long-with-love-acquainted eyes Can judge of love, thou feel'st a lover's case ; I read it in thy looks ; thy languisht grace To me, that feel the like, thy state descries...
الصفحة 24 - Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the evensong; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. » We have short time to stay as you; We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you or anything.
الصفحة 177 - Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.
الصفحة 149 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust!
الصفحة 113 - Townsfolk my strength ; a daintier judge applies His praise to sleight, which from good use doth rise ; Some lucky wits impute it but to chance ; Others, because of both sides I do take My blood from them, who did excel in this, Think Nature me a man of arms did make. How far they shot awry ! the true cause is, STELLA looked on, and from her heavenly face Sent forth the beams which made so fair my race.
الصفحة 257 - Soul of the age! The applause! delight! the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read, and praise to give.
الصفحة 275 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
الصفحة 276 - Her finger was so small, the ring Would not stay on which they did bring, It was too wide a peck : And to say truth, for out it must, ' It look'd like the great collar, just, About our young colt's neck. Her feet beneath her petticoat, Like little mice stole in and out, As if they fear'd the light : But oh ! she dances such a way — No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.
الصفحة 172 - Thus sung they in the English boat, A holy and a cheerful Note, And all the way, to guide their Chime, With falling Oars they kept the time.