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... Maid ... 9. The War - horse 10. Ambition 11. The Country Bumpkin 12. The Infernal Sacrifice 13. Fools ... LXXIX . THOMAS KEN , Bishop of Bath and Wells , 1637-1711 LXXX . - EARL OF ROSCOMMON , 1634-1685 . 1. Man's Idols 179 180 ... 180 ...
... Maid ... 9. The War - horse 10. Ambition 11. The Country Bumpkin 12. The Infernal Sacrifice 13. Fools ... LXXIX . THOMAS KEN , Bishop of Bath and Wells , 1637-1711 LXXX . - EARL OF ROSCOMMON , 1634-1685 . 1. Man's Idols 179 180 ... 180 ...
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... maid . Her chariot is an empty hazel nut , Made by the joiner squirrel , or old grub , Time out of mind the fairies ' coachniakers . And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers ' brains , and then they dream of love : O ...
... maid . Her chariot is an empty hazel nut , Made by the joiner squirrel , or old grub , Time out of mind the fairies ' coachniakers . And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers ' brains , and then they dream of love : O ...
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... maid . Her chariot is an empty hazel nut , Made by the joiner squirrel , or old grub , Time out of mind the fairies ' coachniakers . And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers ' brains , and then they dream of love : O ...
... maid . Her chariot is an empty hazel nut , Made by the joiner squirrel , or old grub , Time out of mind the fairies ' coachniakers . And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers ' brains , and then they dream of love : O ...
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... maids I kiss , They shriek - who's this ? I answer naught but Ho ! ho ! ho ! Let now and then , the maids I please , At midnight I card their wool ; And while they sleep and take their ease , up With wheel to threads their flax I pull ...
... maids I kiss , They shriek - who's this ? I answer naught but Ho ! ho ! ho ! Let now and then , the maids I please , At midnight I card their wool ; And while they sleep and take their ease , up With wheel to threads their flax I pull ...
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... maids have spent their hours . Ye have beheld where they With wicker arks did come , To kiss and bear away The richer cowslips home . Ye've heard them sweetly sing , And seen them in a round , Each virgin like a spring , With honey ...
... maids have spent their hours . Ye have beheld where they With wicker arks did come , To kiss and bear away The richer cowslips home . Ye've heard them sweetly sing , And seen them in a round , Each virgin like a spring , With honey ...
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Страница 135 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of ev'n or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of Knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Страница 531 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Страница 163 - GOING TO THE WARS 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 honour more.
Страница 39 - 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 85 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Страница 50 - Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep, and I perceive you feel The dint of pity; these are gracious drops.
Страница 124 - Where the great Sun begins his state Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight ; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Страница 120 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That had'st thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, —...
Страница 483 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery. By torch and trumpet fast arrayed, Each horseman drew his battle-blade ; And furious every charger neighed To join the dreadful revelry.
Страница 22 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten: In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be thy love.