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Pagina vii
... Blow , Blow , thou Winter Wind 65 Una and the Red Cross Knight 34 Where the Bee sucks 67 Prothalamion 38 Antolycus ' Song 68 Four Sonnets You Spotted Snakes . . 69 PAGE WM . SHAKESPEARE continued . And will he not. vii b 2.
... Blow , Blow , thou Winter Wind 65 Una and the Red Cross Knight 34 Where the Bee sucks 67 Prothalamion 38 Antolycus ' Song 68 Four Sonnets You Spotted Snakes . . 69 PAGE WM . SHAKESPEARE continued . And will he not. vii b 2.
Pagina xiii
... Blow , blow , thou winter wind . On a bat's back I do fly Autolycus ' Song • You spotted snakes , with double tongue Worm , nor snail , do no offence And will he not come again . Over hill , over dale Sleepest or wakest thou Youth is ...
... Blow , blow , thou winter wind . On a bat's back I do fly Autolycus ' Song • You spotted snakes , with double tongue Worm , nor snail , do no offence And will he not come again . Over hill , over dale Sleepest or wakest thou Youth is ...
Pagina 65
... BLOW , BLOW , THOU WINTER WIND . BLOW , blow , thou winter wind , Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ! Thy tooth is not so keen , Because thou art not seen , Although thy breath be rude . Heigh , oh ! sing heigh , oh ! unto 65 ...
... BLOW , BLOW , THOU WINTER WIND . BLOW , blow , thou winter wind , Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ! Thy tooth is not so keen , Because thou art not seen , Although thy breath be rude . Heigh , oh ! sing heigh , oh ! unto 65 ...
Pagina 106
... blow and wither . TO CORINNA , TO GO A - MAYING . BY ROBERT HERRICK . - 1591 . [ ROBERT HERRICK , the son of a goldsmith , was born in London , in the year 1591. He studied at Cambridge , took holy orders , and obtained a living from ...
... blow and wither . TO CORINNA , TO GO A - MAYING . BY ROBERT HERRICK . - 1591 . [ ROBERT HERRICK , the son of a goldsmith , was born in London , in the year 1591. He studied at Cambridge , took holy orders , and obtained a living from ...
Pagina 143
... eat their cakes and sip their wine ! And to make sport , I puff and snort : And out the candles I do blow : The maids. 143 ANONYMOUS . 17TH CENTURY . ROBIN GOODFELLOW . Sweet 94 ANONYMOUS -17th Century The Gifts of 95 Robin Goodfellow.
... eat their cakes and sip their wine ! And to make sport , I puff and snort : And out the candles I do blow : The maids. 143 ANONYMOUS . 17TH CENTURY . ROBIN GOODFELLOW . Sweet 94 ANONYMOUS -17th Century The Gifts of 95 Robin Goodfellow.
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beauty became birds BIRKET FOSTER born breast breath bright close dead dear death delight died doth earth educated English eyes face fair fall fear field flowers GEORGE give glory grace grave green hand happy hath head hear heart heaven hill hope hour Italy JOHN keep King lady land leave light live look Lord lost mind morn nature never night o'er once pain pass play pleasure poem poet poor praise pride queen rest rise rose round shade shepherd sing sleep smile song soon soul sound spring sweet tears Tell thee thine things THOMAS thou thought took turn voice wander waves wild wind young youth
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Pagina 318 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay. Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made : But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroy'd, can never be supplied.
Pagina 307 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; 'The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn:' THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A Youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown.
Pagina 304 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
Pagina 582 - And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold. Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the Presence in the room he said, " What writest thou ?" The Vision raised its head, And with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, " The names of those who love the Lord." " And is mine one ? " said Abou. " Nay, not so,
Pagina 70 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Pagina 419 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
Pagina 301 - Await alike th' inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If Memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Pagina 299 - 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.
Pagina 494 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun, Did peer, as through a grate ? And is that Woman all her crew ? Is that a DEATH ? and are there two ? Is DEATH that woman's mate ? Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold : Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Night-Mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold. The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice ; " The game is done ! I've won ! I've won ! " Quoth she, and whistles thrice.
Pagina 552 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity ; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave ; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the Day, a Master o'er a Slave, A Presence which is not to be put by ;...