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Page 83
... quoth she , " of corn yon jolie flats 15 Of ripened oats , of barley , pease , and wheat ; I am hungrie , and fain would be thereat , But I am stoppit by this water great ; And on this side I get na thing to eat But hardest nuts , whilk ...
... quoth she , " of corn yon jolie flats 15 Of ripened oats , of barley , pease , and wheat ; I am hungrie , and fain would be thereat , But I am stoppit by this water great ; And on this side I get na thing to eat But hardest nuts , whilk ...
Page 85
... quoth he , " now who begins , " With that the foul Seven Deadly Sins 19 Began to leap at anis.1 And first of all in dance was Pride , With hair thrown back , and bonnet on side , He bad mak ready masquers ' guise , As varlets do in ...
... quoth he , " now who begins , " With that the foul Seven Deadly Sins 19 Began to leap at anis.1 And first of all in dance was Pride , With hair thrown back , and bonnet on side , He bad mak ready masquers ' guise , As varlets do in ...
Page 88
... quoth Little John , 35 " Under this trusty tree , And I will go to yonder wight yeoman , To know his meaning truly . " To the Father be all glore , 5 That leaves us not , that leaves us not , To the Father be all glore , That leaves us ...
... quoth Little John , 35 " Under this trusty tree , And I will go to yonder wight yeoman , To know his meaning truly . " To the Father be all glore , 5 That leaves us not , that leaves us not , To the Father be all glore , That leaves us ...
Page 89
... quoth the sheriff , " And hanged high on a hill : " " But thou may fail , " quoth Little John , 85 " If it be Christ's own will . " Let us leave talking of Little John , For he is bound fast to a tree , And talk of Guy and Robin Hood In ...
... quoth the sheriff , " And hanged high on a hill : " " But thou may fail , " quoth Little John , 85 " If it be Christ's own will . " Let us leave talking of Little John , For he is bound fast to a tree , And talk of Guy and Robin Hood In ...
Page 90
... quoth Little John , " With Christ's might in heaven . " But Robin he hied him towards Little John , 215 He thought he would loose him belive ; 29 The sheriff and all his company Fast after him did drive . " Stand aback ! stand aback ...
... quoth Little John , " With Christ's might in heaven . " But Robin he hied him towards Little John , 215 He thought he would loose him belive ; 29 The sheriff and all his company Fast after him did drive . " Stand aback ! stand aback ...
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Allan-a-Dale Bargrave battle beauty behold Beowulf Binnorie Boethius breast breath called dark dead dear death delight doth dread Duke of Bedford earth England English eyes fair father fear fire flowers glory grace hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven holy honour hour king King Arthur lady land Layamon learning leave light live look Lord mind morning nature never night noble o'er pain pass pleasure poem poet poor praise pray pride prince quoth rich round Saladin Shakespeare sigh sight sing Sir Bedivere Sir Ector Sir Kay Sir Lucan Sir Mordred sleep song sorrow soul spirit sweet sword tears tell thee thine things thou art thought Timor Mortis conturbat tion Twas unto Veal ween weep wind wise words youth
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Page 429 - Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely Contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
Page 306 - Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer; Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault and hesitate dislike...
Page 521 - I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain, when with never a stain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air, 80 ••I silently laugh at my own cenotaph.
Page 494 - Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! 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...
Page 494 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware ! Beware ! His flashing eyes, his floating hair ! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Page 480 - 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...
Page 497 - I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied : Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide ; And now am I come, with this lost love of mine To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland, more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar...
Page 509 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!
Page 163 - Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date...
Page 519 - Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The trumpet of a prophecy ! O, Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?