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... Theyr bodyes , bathed in purple blood , the bore with them away ; They kist them dead a thousand times ere the were cladd in clay . The newes was brought to Eddenborrow , where Scottlands king did rayne , That braue Erle Douglas ...
... Theyr bodyes , bathed in purple blood , the bore with them away ; They kist them dead a thousand times ere the were cladd in clay . The newes was brought to Eddenborrow , where Scottlands king did rayne , That braue Erle Douglas ...
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... theyr dynere ; Brede and wyne they had right ynoughe , And noumbles " of the dere . Swannes and fessauntes " they had full gode , And foules of the ryvere ; There fayled none so litell a birde That ever was bred on bryre . ' Do gladly ...
... theyr dynere ; Brede and wyne they had right ynoughe , And noumbles " of the dere . Swannes and fessauntes " they had full gode , And foules of the ryvere ; There fayled none so litell a birde That ever was bred on bryre . ' Do gladly ...
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... theyr honde • Holy all the knyghtes det , To put that knyght to wronge . They demed the knyght wonder sore , The abbot and his meynë ' But he come this ylke day Disherited shall he be . ' ' He wyll not come yet , ' sayd the justyce ...
... theyr honde • Holy all the knyghtes det , To put that knyght to wronge . They demed the knyght wonder sore , The abbot and his meynë ' But he come this ylke day Disherited shall he be . ' ' He wyll not come yet , ' sayd the justyce ...
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... theyr tethe . 13 Robyn dyde a downe his hode , The monke whan that he se ; The monke was not so curteyse , His hode then let he be . ' He is a chorle , mayster , by dere worthy God , ' Than sayd Lytell Johan : ' Thereof no force ...
... theyr tethe . 13 Robyn dyde a downe his hode , The monke whan that he se ; The monke was not so curteyse , His hode then let he be . ' He is a chorle , mayster , by dere worthy God , ' Than sayd Lytell Johan : ' Thereof no force ...
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... theyr bowes i - bent , Theyr takles fedred fre , Seven score of wyght yonge men Stode by Robyns kne . Whan they cam to Notyngham , The buttes were fayre and longe ; Many was the bolde archere That shot with bowës stronge . ' There shall ...
... theyr bowes i - bent , Theyr takles fedred fre , Seven score of wyght yonge men Stode by Robyns kne . Whan they cam to Notyngham , The buttes were fayre and longe ; Many was the bolde archere That shot with bowës stronge . ' There shall ...
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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...