Heath Readings in the Literature of EnglandTom Peete Cross, Clement Tyson Goode |
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... Lady . 180 ANONYMOUS Song of Woman 180 Carol . 181 The Nutbrowne Maide 181 ELIZABETHAN AND PURITAN PERIODS RENAISSANCE POETRY Description and Praise of His Love Geraldine 194 SIR THOMAS WYATT Vow to Love Faithfully , etc. 194 The Lover ...
... Lady . 180 ANONYMOUS Song of Woman 180 Carol . 181 The Nutbrowne Maide 181 ELIZABETHAN AND PURITAN PERIODS RENAISSANCE POETRY Description and Praise of His Love Geraldine 194 SIR THOMAS WYATT Vow to Love Faithfully , etc. 194 The Lover ...
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... LADY WINCHILSEA A Hymn to Contentment 502 A Nocturnal Reverie A Night - Piece on Death . 502 LADY GRIZEL BAILLIE JOHN GAY Werena My Heart Licht I Wad Dee . A Ballad 503 LADY ELIZABETH WARDLAW Sweet William's Farewell to Black ...
... LADY WINCHILSEA A Hymn to Contentment 502 A Nocturnal Reverie A Night - Piece on Death . 502 LADY GRIZEL BAILLIE JOHN GAY Werena My Heart Licht I Wad Dee . A Ballad 503 LADY ELIZABETH WARDLAW Sweet William's Farewell to Black ...
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... lady's bower heard the tumult , they ran to the spot , whoever was then ready . The etheling immediately offered them life and rewards ; which none of them would accept , but continued fight- dead , except one British hostage , and he ...
... lady's bower heard the tumult , they ran to the spot , whoever was then ready . The etheling immediately offered them life and rewards ; which none of them would accept , but continued fight- dead , except one British hostage , and he ...
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... lady the precedence always of the ladies of Ulster in the Mead Hall . And whosoever shall lay 15 taking away my son . wager against thee from now , as my folks swear I swear , while on life he will be in [ sore danger ] . ' Then the ...
... lady the precedence always of the ladies of Ulster in the Mead Hall . And whosoever shall lay 15 taking away my son . wager against thee from now , as my folks swear I swear , while on life he will be in [ sore danger ] . ' Then the ...
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... lady ? ' Connla replied , ' Father , I am troubled ; 5 though I love my people beyond all , yet I am filled with longing on account of this lady ! ' Then sang the woman A peaceful land of calm delight , of everlast- 30 ing bloom ; Old ...
... lady ? ' Connla replied , ' Father , I am troubled ; 5 though I love my people beyond all , yet I am filled with longing on account of this lady ! ' Then sang the woman A peaceful land of calm delight , of everlast- 30 ing bloom ; Old ...
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Page 582 - 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 676 - Is lightened ; that serene and blessed mood In which the affections gently lead us on, Until the breath of this corporeal frame, And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul; While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Page 581 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Page 280 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste: Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, For precious friends hid in death's dateless night...
Page 283 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she...
Page 569 - Far, far away, thy children leave the land. 50 111 fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Page 677 - Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, And the round ocean and the living air, And the blue sky, and in the mind of man A motion and a spirit, that impels All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things.
Page 690 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet ; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food : For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Page 281 - Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'ersways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
Page 342 - That to the faithful herdsman's art belongs! What recks it them ? What need they ? They are sped ; And, when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw ; The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread ; Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.