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... Bring the Day ........ 171 To his Coy Mistress .. 199 GEORGE HERBERT ( 1593-1633 ) HENRY VAUGHAN ( 1622-1695 ) Virtue .. I7I The Retreat ... 200 The Collar . 172 The World ... .. 200 Love ... 172 Behind the Veil . 200 THOMAS CAREW ...
... Bring the Day ........ 171 To his Coy Mistress .. 199 GEORGE HERBERT ( 1593-1633 ) HENRY VAUGHAN ( 1622-1695 ) Virtue .. I7I The Retreat ... 200 The Collar . 172 The World ... .. 200 Love ... 172 Behind the Veil . 200 THOMAS CAREW ...
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... bring hom the trous , 3 ° Sete forth thyn other fot , stryd over sty ; 45 26 We shule preye 40 the haywart hom to ur hous , Ant maken hym at heyse 18 for the maystry , " Drynke to hym deorly of fol god bous , 50 Ant oure dame douse ...
... bring hom the trous , 3 ° Sete forth thyn other fot , stryd over sty ; 45 26 We shule preye 40 the haywart hom to ur hous , Ant maken hym at heyse 18 for the maystry , " Drynke to hym deorly of fol god bous , 50 Ant oure dame douse ...
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... bring yow our saifly , be nocht affeird ! And nocht to weit 28 the campis 20 of your beird . " 30 " I haif mervell , " 31 than quod the silly Mowss , " How thow can fleit 32 without feddir or fyn ; 30 The rever is so deip and dengerouss ...
... bring yow our saifly , be nocht affeird ! And nocht to weit 28 the campis 20 of your beird . " 30 " I haif mervell , " 31 than quod the silly Mowss , " How thow can fleit 32 without feddir or fyn ; 30 The rever is so deip and dengerouss ...
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... bring . " 95 This aith was maid . This Mouss , but persawing & Of fals ingyne ' of this fals crabit 1o Taid , Tuk threid and band her leg , as scho hir bad . 10 Than fute for fute thay lap " baith in the brime , " Bot in thair mynd thay ...
... bring . " 95 This aith was maid . This Mouss , but persawing & Of fals ingyne ' of this fals crabit 1o Taid , Tuk threid and band her leg , as scho hir bad . 10 Than fute for fute thay lap " baith in the brime , " Bot in thair mynd thay ...
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... brings With green hath clad the hill and eke the vale ; The nightingale with feathers new she sings ; The turtle to her make hath told her tale : 1 complain 4 2 * grief 8 sweet 4 mate Summer is come , for every spray now springs ; 82 ...
... brings With green hath clad the hill and eke the vale ; The nightingale with feathers new she sings ; The turtle to her make hath told her tale : 1 complain 4 2 * grief 8 sweet 4 mate Summer is come , for every spray now springs ; 82 ...
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Page 382 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While throng'd the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips — »The foe! They come! they come!« And wild and high the 'Cameron's gathering...
Page 385 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, •To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll!
Page 459 - Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths 60 Of all the western stars, until I die.
Page 476 - ... rim. Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster let fall, Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all, Stood up in the stirrup, leaned, patted his ear, Called my Roland his pet-name, my horse without peer ; Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise, bad or good, Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood. And all I remember is, friends flocking round As I sat with his head 'twixt my knees on the ground; And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine, As I poured down his...
Page 385 - Thy waters washed them power while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play; Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow; Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Page 408 - He is made one with Nature: there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own; Which wields the world with never-wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
Page 434 - Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
Page 340 - Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the Day, a Master o'er a Slave, A Presence which is not to be put by...
Page 356 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day. We stuck, nor breath nor motion ; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink: Water, water, everywhere, Nor any drop to drink.
Page 121 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain. Now at the last gasp of Love's latest breath, When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies, When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And Innocence is closing up his...