Specimens with Memoirs of the Less-known British Poets, Volumul 1George Gilfillan James Nichol., 1860 |
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... Merle and Nightingale GAVIN DOUGLAS Morning in May HAWES , BARCLAY , & C . . SKELTON • To Miss Margaret Hussey · • . 47 • 49 * A NON 853 A2 51 52 53 57 59 61 66 70 72 76 77 78 PAGE SIR DAVID LYNDSAY Meldrum's Duel with the English ...
... Merle and Nightingale GAVIN DOUGLAS Morning in May HAWES , BARCLAY , & C . . SKELTON • To Miss Margaret Hussey · • . 47 • 49 * A NON 853 A2 51 52 53 57 59 61 66 70 72 76 77 78 PAGE SIR DAVID LYNDSAY Meldrum's Duel with the English ...
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... Merle sang , " Man , love God that has thee wrought . " The Nightingale sang , " Man , love the Lord most dear , That thee and all this world made of nought . " The Merle said , " Love him that thy love has sought From heaven to earth ...
... Merle sang , " Man , love God that has thee wrought . " The Nightingale sang , " Man , love the Lord most dear , That thee and all this world made of nought . " The Merle said , " Love him that thy love has sought From heaven to earth ...
Pagina 66
... MERLE AND NIGHTINGALE . In May , as that Aurora did upspring , With crystal een chasing the cluddes sable , I heard a Merle ' with merry notës sing A song of love , with voice right comfortable , Against the orient beamis , amiable ...
... MERLE AND NIGHTINGALE . In May , as that Aurora did upspring , With crystal een chasing the cluddes sable , I heard a Merle ' with merry notës sing A song of love , with voice right comfortable , Against the orient beamis , amiable ...
Pagina 67
... Merle ! ' quoth she , ' O fool ! stint of thy tale , For in thy song good sentence is there none , For both is tint , 2 the time and the travail , Of every love but upon God alone . ' ' Cease , ' quoth the Merle , ' thy preaching ...
... Merle ! ' quoth she , ' O fool ! stint of thy tale , For in thy song good sentence is there none , For both is tint , 2 the time and the travail , Of every love but upon God alone . ' ' Cease , ' quoth the Merle , ' thy preaching ...
Pagina 68
... Merle said , ' Why put God so great beauty In ladies , with such womanly having , But if he would that they should loved be ? To love eke nature gave them incliníng , And He of nature that worker was and king , Would nothing frustir2 ...
... Merle said , ' Why put God so great beauty In ladies , with such womanly having , But if he would that they should loved be ? To love eke nature gave them incliníng , And He of nature that worker was and king , Would nothing frustir2 ...
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Pagina 276 - 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?
Pagina 259 - And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines! Which were so richly spun, and woven so fit, As, since, she will vouchsafe no other wit. The merry Greek, tart Aristophanes, Neat Terence, witty Plautus, now not please, But antiquated and deserted lie As they were not of Nature's family.
Pagina 208 - Rest of their bones, and souls' delivery. Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell; And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
Pagina 114 - 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...
Pagina 276 - Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out, As if they feared the light: But, oh ! she dances such a way— No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.
Pagina 254 - ON THE COUNTESS OF PEMBROKE UNDERNEATH this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse: Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother: Death, ere thou hast slain another Fair, and learned, and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee.
Pagina 278 - 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.
Pagina 210 - I love you, and would be loved fain, But am betrothed unto your enemy: Divorce me, untie, or break that knot again, Take me to you, imprison me, for I Except you enthrall me, never shall be free, Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.
Pagina 112 - There were hills, which garnished their proud heights with stately trees ; humble valleys, whose base estate seemed comforted with the refreshing of silver rivers: .meadows, enamelled with all sorts of eye-pleasing' .flowers ; thickets, which being lined with most pleasant shade were witnessed so...
Pagina 114 - Because I oft in dark abstracted guise Seem most alone in greatest company, With dearth of words, or answers quite awry, To them that would make speech of speech arise, They deem, and of their doom the rumour flies, That poison foul of bubbling Pride doth lie So in my swelling breast, that only I Fawn on myself, and others do despise ; Yet Pride, I think, doth not my soul possess, Which looks too oft in his unflattering glass ; But one worst fault— Ambition — I confess, That makes me oft my best...