The Poetry and Poets of Britain: From Chaucer to Tennyson ; with Biographical Sketches, and a Rapid View of the Characteristic Attributes of EachA. & C. Black, 1850 - 544 páginas |
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... tell ; Of which astonied at that fearful sight , I ne wist what to done , I was so fright . XII . But for to see the sudden weltering Of that ilk wheel , that sloppares was to hold , It seemít unto my wit a strong thing ; Sae mony I saw ...
... tell ; Of which astonied at that fearful sight , I ne wist what to done , I was so fright . XII . But for to see the sudden weltering Of that ilk wheel , that sloppares was to hold , It seemít unto my wit a strong thing ; Sae mony I saw ...
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... tell how that my mother Was deid , fra hand , he took till him the other . Then Meg , my wife , did murn baith even and morrow , Till at the last she deit for verie sorrow ; And when the vicar heard tell my wife was deid , The thrid cow ...
... tell how that my mother Was deid , fra hand , he took till him the other . Then Meg , my wife , did murn baith even and morrow , Till at the last she deit for verie sorrow ; And when the vicar heard tell my wife was deid , The thrid cow ...
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... tell me , wherefore or why ? That ane vicàr should tak fra me three ky ? Diligence . They have nae law excepting consuetude , Whilk law to them is sufficient and gude . Pauper . Ane consuetude aganes the common weil , Should be nae law ...
... tell me , wherefore or why ? That ane vicàr should tak fra me three ky ? Diligence . They have nae law excepting consuetude , Whilk law to them is sufficient and gude . Pauper . Ane consuetude aganes the common weil , Should be nae law ...
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... tell them thus from me , their time most happy is , If , to their time , they reason had to know the truth of this . " SPRING . THE Sweet season , that bud and bloom forth brings , With green hath clad the hill and eke the vale . The ...
... tell them thus from me , their time most happy is , If , to their time , they reason had to know the truth of this . " SPRING . THE Sweet season , that bud and bloom forth brings , With green hath clad the hill and eke the vale . The ...
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... tell Her wretchedness , and , cursing , never stent To sob and sigh ; but ever thus lament , With thoughtful care , as she that all in vain Would wear and waste continually in pain . Her eyes undstedfast rolling here and there , Whirled ...
... tell Her wretchedness , and , cursing , never stent To sob and sigh ; but ever thus lament , With thoughtful care , as she that all in vain Would wear and waste continually in pain . Her eyes undstedfast rolling here and there , Whirled ...
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Página 114 - tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them ? — To die, — to sleep, — No more ; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, — 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, — to sleep ; — To sleep ! perchance to dream : — ay, there's the rub ; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come. When we have shuffled off this mortal...
Página 522 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we...
Página 103 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Página 114 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Página 103 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days : So full of dismal terror was the time.
Página 186 - Dove-like, sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, And mad'st it pregnant: what in me is dark Illumine; what is low, raise and support; That to the height of this great argument I may assert eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men.
Página 365 - THERE was a time when meadow, grove and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore ; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Página 174 - For, if such holy song Enwrap our fancy long, Time will run back and fetch the age of gold; And speckled Vanity Will sicken soon and die, And leprous Sin will melt from earthly mould...
Página 242 - And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain : Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew ! Behold how they toss their torches on high, How they point to the Persian abodes And glittering temples of their hostile gods.
Página 200 - Though hard and rare : thee I revisit safe, And feel thy sovran vital lamp ; but thou Revisit'st not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs, Or dim suffusion veiled.