The English Parnassus: An Anthology Chiefly of Longer PoemsWilliam Macneile Dixon, Sir Herbert John Clifford Grierson Clarendon Press, 1911 - 767 страница |
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... with a broun visage . Of wode - craft wel coude he al the usage . Upon his arm he bar a gay bracer , And by his syde a swerd and a bokeler , And on that other syde a gay daggere , Harneised wel , and sharp as point of spere ; A Cristofre on ...
... with a broun visage . Of wode - craft wel coude he al the usage . Upon his arm he bar a gay bracer , And by his syde a swerd and a bokeler , And on that other syde a gay daggere , Harneised wel , and sharp as point of spere ; A Cristofre on ...
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... up - on his tonge ; And in his harping , whan that he had songe , His eyen twinkled in his heed aright , As doon the ... on horse he sat , Up - on his heed a Flaundrish bever hat ; His botes clasped faire and fetisly . His resons he spak ...
... up - on his tonge ; And in his harping , whan that he had songe , His eyen twinkled in his heed aright , As doon the ... on horse he sat , Up - on his heed a Flaundrish bever hat ; His botes clasped faire and fetisly . His resons he spak ...
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... on a Sonday were upon hir heed . Hir hosen weren of fyn scarlet reed , Ful streite y - teyd , and shoos ful moiste and newe . 460 Bold was hir face , and fair , and reed of hewe . She was a worthy womman al hir lyve , Housbondes at ...
... on a Sonday were upon hir heed . Hir hosen weren of fyn scarlet reed , Ful streite y - teyd , and shoos ful moiste and newe . 460 Bold was hir face , and fair , and reed of hewe . She was a worthy womman al hir lyve , Housbondes at ...
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... with his heed . His berd as any sowe or fox was reed , And ther - to brood , as though it were a spade . Up - on the cop right of his nose he hade A werte , and ther - on stood a tuft of heres , Reed as the bristles of a sowes eres ...
... with his heed . His berd as any sowe or fox was reed , And ther - to brood , as though it were a spade . Up - on the cop right of his nose he hade A werte , and ther - on stood a tuft of heres , Reed as the bristles of a sowes eres ...
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... in arrerage . Ther nas baillif , ne herde , ne other hyne , That he ne knew his sleighte and his covyne ; They were adrad of him , as of the deeth . His woning was ful fair up - on an heeth , With grene trees shadwed was his place . He ...
... in arrerage . Ther nas baillif , ne herde , ne other hyne , That he ne knew his sleighte and his covyne ; They were adrad of him , as of the deeth . His woning was ful fair up - on an heeth , With grene trees shadwed was his place . He ...
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Страница 344 - Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay ! Farewell, farewell!
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Страница 319 - Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little Actor cons another part; Filling from time to time his "humorous stage...
Страница 292 - The immeasurable height Of woods decaying, never to be decayed, The stationary blasts of waterfalls, And in the narrow rent at every turn Winds thwarting winds, bewildered and forlorn, The torrents shooting from the clear blue sky, The rocks that muttered close upon our ears, Black drizzling crags that spake by the way-side As if a voice were in them, the sick sight And giddy prospect of the raving stream, The unfettered clouds and region of the Heavens, Tumult and peace, the darkness and the light...
Страница 319 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Страница 337 - My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank. I moved, and could not feel my limbs: I was so light — almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost.
Страница 318 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone : The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream...
Страница 369 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Страница 338 - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman steered, the ship moved on; Yet never a breeze...