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... , Above all Maires as maister most worthy : London , thou art the flour of Cities all . are ] oars . guye ] guide . small ] slender . kellis ] hoods , head - dresses . 20 . On the Nativity of Christ DORATE coeli desuper 27 WILLIAM DUNBAR.
... , Above all Maires as maister most worthy : London , thou art the flour of Cities all . are ] oars . guye ] guide . small ] slender . kellis ] hoods , head - dresses . 20 . On the Nativity of Christ DORATE coeli desuper 27 WILLIAM DUNBAR.
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... head and mine . Lo , mine heart sweet , this ill diète Should make you pale and wan : Wherefore I'll to the green - wood go , Alone , a banished man . She . Among the wild deer such an archère , As men say that ye be , Ne may not fail ...
... head and mine . Lo , mine heart sweet , this ill diète Should make you pale and wan : Wherefore I'll to the green - wood go , Alone , a banished man . She . Among the wild deer such an archère , As men say that ye be , Ne may not fail ...
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... hart hath hung his old head on the pale ; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings ; The fishes flete with new repairèd scale . 39. make ] mate . The adder all her slough away she slings ; The D 65 SIR THOMAS WYATT.
... hart hath hung his old head on the pale ; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings ; The fishes flete with new repairèd scale . 39. make ] mate . The adder all her slough away she slings ; The D 65 SIR THOMAS WYATT.
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... head . With lullaby , then , youth be still ; With lullaby content thy will ; Since courage quails and comes behind , Go sleep , and so beguile thy mind ! Next lullaby my gazing eyes , Which wonted were to glance apace ; For every glass ...
... head . With lullaby , then , youth be still ; With lullaby content thy will ; Since courage quails and comes behind , Go sleep , and so beguile thy mind ! Next lullaby my gazing eyes , Which wonted were to glance apace ; For every glass ...
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... dazie o'er the head , The cushions in the chairs , And all the candles lighted on the stairs ? Perfume the chambers , and in any case Let each man give attendance in his place ! 61 . Thus , if a king were coming , 90 ANONYMOUS.
... dazie o'er the head , The cushions in the chairs , And all the candles lighted on the stairs ? Perfume the chambers , and in any case Let each man give attendance in his place ! 61 . Thus , if a king were coming , 90 ANONYMOUS.
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Page 708 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Page 630 - A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover! And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing, A mighty fountain momently was forced: Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail: And "mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river.
Page 710 - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Page 790 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we, Of many far wiser than we; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
Page 685 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground ! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know,...
Page 321 - That to the faithful herdman's art belongs! What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw; The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread: Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace and nothing said; But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Page 317 - Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer : Who would not sing for Lycidas ? He knew, Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear.
Page 595 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Page 653 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow; When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 709 - As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side ; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream ? Fled is that music : — Do I wake or sleep...