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... leaves were a falling , That Sir John Græme , in the West Country , Fell in love with Barbara Allan . He sent his man down through the town , To the place where she was dwelling : " O haste and come to my master dear , Gin ye be Barbara ...
... leaves were a falling , That Sir John Græme , in the West Country , Fell in love with Barbara Allan . He sent his man down through the town , To the place where she was dwelling : " O haste and come to my master dear , Gin ye be Barbara ...
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... leave our steeds , For fear that they should stamp and nie.1 And when we left the Staneshaw - bank , The wind began full loud to blaw ; But ' twas wind and weet , and fire and sleet When we came beneath the castel - wa . We crept on ...
... leave our steeds , For fear that they should stamp and nie.1 And when we left the Staneshaw - bank , The wind began full loud to blaw ; But ' twas wind and weet , and fire and sleet When we came beneath the castel - wa . We crept on ...
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... leave talking of Christy Grahame , And talk of him again belive ; " 5 But we will talk of bonny Bewick , Where he was teaching his scholars five . Now when he had learnd them well to fence , To handle their swords without any doubt ...
... leave talking of Christy Grahame , And talk of him again belive ; " 5 But we will talk of bonny Bewick , Where he was teaching his scholars five . Now when he had learnd them well to fence , To handle their swords without any doubt ...
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... leave talking of these two brethren , In Carlisle town where they lie slain , And talk of these two good old men , Where they were making a pitiful moan . With that bespoke now Robin Bewick : ' O man was I not much to blame ? I have ...
... leave talking of these two brethren , In Carlisle town where they lie slain , And talk of these two good old men , Where they were making a pitiful moan . With that bespoke now Robin Bewick : ' O man was I not much to blame ? I have ...
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... leave me thus ? Say nay ! say nay ! for shame , To save thee from the blame Of all my grief and grame . And wilt thou leave me thus ? Say nay ! say nay ! And wilt thou leave me thus , That hath loved thee so long In wealth and woe among ...
... leave me thus ? Say nay ! say nay ! for shame , To save thee from the blame Of all my grief and grame . And wilt thou leave me thus ? Say nay ! say nay ! And wilt thou leave me thus , That hath loved thee so long In wealth and woe among ...
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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...