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... DEATH 312 313 THE DREAM . SONG SWEETEST LOVE , I DO NOT Go LOVER'S INFINITENESS LOVE'S DEITY · 313 314 315 316 317 STAY , O SWEET 318 THE BLOSSOM . 319 THE GOOD MORROW 320 PRESENT IN ABSENCE 321 JOSHUA SYLVESTER LOVE'S OMNIPRESENCE 322 ...
... DEATH 312 313 THE DREAM . SONG SWEETEST LOVE , I DO NOT Go LOVER'S INFINITENESS LOVE'S DEITY · 313 314 315 316 317 STAY , O SWEET 318 THE BLOSSOM . 319 THE GOOD MORROW 320 PRESENT IN ABSENCE 321 JOSHUA SYLVESTER LOVE'S OMNIPRESENCE 322 ...
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... DEATH OF MR . WILLIAM HERVEY • · ALEXANDER BROME THE RESOLVE • ANDREW MARVELL A GARDEN THE PICTURE OF LITTLE T. C. IN A PROSPECT OF FLOWERS • • HORATIAN ODE UPON CROMWELL'S RETURN FROM IRELAND SONG OF THE EMIGRANTS IN BERMUDA . THOUGHTS ...
... DEATH OF MR . WILLIAM HERVEY • · ALEXANDER BROME THE RESOLVE • ANDREW MARVELL A GARDEN THE PICTURE OF LITTLE T. C. IN A PROSPECT OF FLOWERS • • HORATIAN ODE UPON CROMWELL'S RETURN FROM IRELAND SONG OF THE EMIGRANTS IN BERMUDA . THOUGHTS ...
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... full . 60 Centaury . 67 Fumitory . 42 Little . 48 Just . 44 Bulls . 49 Profit . 47 Direct . 48 Health . 53 Bet . 84 Death . 65 Spurge - laurel . 58 Caper - spurge . 50 Buck - thorn . Of erbe yve , " growing in our yerd , 38 GEOFFREY ...
... full . 60 Centaury . 67 Fumitory . 42 Little . 48 Just . 44 Bulls . 49 Profit . 47 Direct . 48 Health . 53 Bet . 84 Death . 65 Spurge - laurel . 58 Caper - spurge . 50 Buck - thorn . Of erbe yve , " growing in our yerd , 38 GEOFFREY ...
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... And first he's kissd her cherry cheek , And neist he's kissed her chin ; And saftly pressed her rosey lips , But there was nae breath within . 10 Death . " O wae betide my cruel mother , And an 68 888 TRADITIONAL BALLADS.
... And first he's kissd her cherry cheek , And neist he's kissed her chin ; And saftly pressed her rosey lips , But there was nae breath within . 10 Death . " O wae betide my cruel mother , And an 68 888 TRADITIONAL BALLADS.
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... unto the wall , And death was with him dealing : " Adieu , adieu , my dear friends all , And be kind to Barbara Allan . " 1 Softly . And slowly , slowly raise she up , And slowly BONNY BARBARA ALLAN 69 BONNY BARBARA ALLAN.
... unto the wall , And death was with him dealing : " Adieu , adieu , my dear friends all , And be kind to Barbara Allan . " 1 Softly . And slowly , slowly raise she up , And slowly BONNY BARBARA ALLAN 69 BONNY BARBARA ALLAN.
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Página 358 - Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
Página 425 - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen: Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Página 261 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted...
Página 451 - Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing lingering look behind? On some fond breast the parting soul relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires; E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th...
Página 453 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Página 398 - Now strike the golden lyre again : A louder yet, and yet a louder strain. Break his bands of sleep asunder, And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark, the horrid sound Has raised up his head ! As awaked from the dead, And, amazed, he stares around. , Revenge, revenge...
Página 419 - Or in the natal, or the mortal hour. All Nature is but Art, unknown to thee; All Chance, Direction, which thou canst not see; All Discord, Harmony not understood; All partial Evil, universal Good: And, spite of Pride, in erring Reason's spite, One truth is clear, WHATEVER is, is RIGHT.
Página 204 - 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 ! ELIZABETHAN MISCELLANIES.
Página 271 - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight: Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Página 450 - 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 ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ! Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and...