The Bagford Ballads: Illustrating The Last Years of the Stuarts, Том 1

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Joseph Woodfall Ebsworth
Ballad Society, 1878 - 1131 страница

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Страница 225 - tis He alone , Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord — its various tone, Each spring — its various bias: Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Страница 377 - I saw a smith stand with his hammer, thus, The whilst his iron did on the anvil cool, With open mouth swallowing a tailor's news ; Who, with his shears and measure in his hand, Standing on slippers, — which his nimble haste Had falsely thrust upon contrary feet...
Страница 61 - And rouse him at the name of Crispian. He that shall live this day, and see old age. Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian' : Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, And say, 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day'.
Страница 61 - This story shall the good man teach his son ; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered ; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers...
Страница 134 - He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, That dares not put it to the touch, To gain or lose it all.
Страница 390 - I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas, that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet ; and yet it is sung but by some blind crowder, with no rougher voice than rude style ; which being so evil apparelled in the dust and cobweb of that uncivil age, what would it work, trimmed in the gorgeous eloquence of Pindar?
Страница 441 - Thou'dst meet the bear i' the mouth. When the mind's free The body's delicate; the tempest in my mind Doth from my senses take all feeling else Save what beats there.
Страница 153 - Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
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Страница 214 - Is man no more than this ? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha ! here's three on's are sophisticated ! Thou art the thing itself : unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.

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