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RICHARD CRASHAW JAMES GRAHAM , MARQUIS OF MONTROSE MY DEAR AND ONLY LOVE . WISHES FOR THE SUPPOSED MISTRESS . PAGE 368 369 UPON THE BOOK AND PICTURE OF THE SERAPHICAL SAINT TERESA • • 372 THOMAS JORDAN LET US DRINK AND BE MERRY . 373 ...
RICHARD CRASHAW JAMES GRAHAM , MARQUIS OF MONTROSE MY DEAR AND ONLY LOVE . WISHES FOR THE SUPPOSED MISTRESS . PAGE 368 369 UPON THE BOOK AND PICTURE OF THE SERAPHICAL SAINT TERESA • • 372 THOMAS JORDAN LET US DRINK AND BE MERRY . 373 ...
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... wish the wind may never cease , 2 Nor fashes in the flood , Till my three sons come hame to me , In earthly flesh and blood . " It fell about the Martinmass , When nights are lang and mirk , The carlin wife's three sons came hame , And ...
... wish the wind may never cease , 2 Nor fashes in the flood , Till my three sons come hame to me , In earthly flesh and blood . " It fell about the Martinmass , When nights are lang and mirk , The carlin wife's three sons came hame , And ...
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... wish I were in my ain country ! " But she's pitten ' her han in her pocket , An gin the porter guineas three ; Says , " Take ye that , ye proud porter , An bid the bridegroom speak to me . " • Suffering . • Recall . Put . .Fallen . 8 O ...
... wish I were in my ain country ! " But she's pitten ' her han in her pocket , An gin the porter guineas three ; Says , " Take ye that , ye proud porter , An bid the bridegroom speak to me . " • Suffering . • Recall . Put . .Fallen . 8 O ...
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... wish all maids be warn'd by me Never to trust man's curtesye ; For if we do but chance to bow , They'll use us then they care not how- Balow , la - low ! THE OLD CLOAK [ 16th Century ( ? ) ] THIS winter's weather it waxeth cold , And ...
... wish all maids be warn'd by me Never to trust man's curtesye ; For if we do but chance to bow , They'll use us then they care not how- Balow , la - low ! THE OLD CLOAK [ 16th Century ( ? ) ] THIS winter's weather it waxeth cold , And ...
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... wish for death , ne fear his might . GEORGE GASCOIGNE [ 1525 ( ? ) - 1577 ] A LOVER'S LULLABY SING lullaby , as women do , Wherewith they bring their babes to rest ; And lullaby can I sing too , As womanly as can the best . With lullaby ...
... wish for death , ne fear his might . GEORGE GASCOIGNE [ 1525 ( ? ) - 1577 ] A LOVER'S LULLABY SING lullaby , as women do , Wherewith they bring their babes to rest ; And lullaby can I sing too , As womanly as can the best . With lullaby ...
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Page 362 - 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.
Page 265 - O, mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear ; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low : Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers' meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Page 457 - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Page 408 - The unwearied sun from day to day Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land The work of an almighty hand. Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes Up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth ; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Page 265 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted...
Page 455 - Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing lingering look behind? On some fond breast the parting soul relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires; E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th...
Page 208 - Even such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust ; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days ; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust ! ELIZABETHAN MISCELLANIES.
Page 345 - We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain ; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Page 456 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree ; Another came ; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he ; The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 304 - Queen and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart, And thy crystal shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever, Thou that mak'st...