Gems from the English Poets: Chaucer to Tennyson ; with Biographical Notices of the AuthorsAmerican News Company, 1889 - 503 pages |
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... fair le : Zogh I suld sitt to domysday , With my tong to wrabbe and wry , Certenly all hyr aray , It beth neuyer discryuyd for me . Hyr palfra was dappyll gray , Sycke on say neuer none ; As the son in somers day , All abowte that lady ...
... fair le : Zogh I suld sitt to domysday , With my tong to wrabbe and wry , Certenly all hyr aray , It beth neuyer discryuyd for me . Hyr palfra was dappyll gray , Sycke on say neuer none ; As the son in somers day , All abowte that lady ...
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... fair castell , That standes ouyr yone fair hill ? Of town and tower it beereth the belle . hollow In middell erth is none like theretill . When thou THOMAS THE RHYMER . Б.
... fair castell , That standes ouyr yone fair hill ? Of town and tower it beereth the belle . hollow In middell erth is none like theretill . When thou THOMAS THE RHYMER . Б.
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... fair ; and in the corners set Ane arbour green , with wandis long and small Railed about , and so with trees set Was all the place , and hawthorn hedges knet , That lyf was none walking there forbye . That might within scarce any wight ...
... fair ; and in the corners set Ane arbour green , with wandis long and small Railed about , and so with trees set Was all the place , and hawthorn hedges knet , That lyf was none walking there forbye . That might within scarce any wight ...
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... fair sapphire ; And on her head a chaplet fresh of hue , Of plumis parted red , and white , and blue . Full of quaking spangis bright as gold . Forged of shape like to the amorets , So new , so fresh , so pleasant to behold The plumis ...
... fair sapphire ; And on her head a chaplet fresh of hue , Of plumis parted red , and white , and blue . Full of quaking spangis bright as gold . Forged of shape like to the amorets , So new , so fresh , so pleasant to behold The plumis ...
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... fair to sene , With a full hardy countenance and keen , Before dame Nature came , and did incline , With visage bold , and courage leonine . eye This lady liftit up his clawis clear , And let 22 GLEANINGS FROM THE ENGLISH POETS ...
... fair to sene , With a full hardy countenance and keen , Before dame Nature came , and did incline , With visage bold , and courage leonine . eye This lady liftit up his clawis clear , And let 22 GLEANINGS FROM THE ENGLISH POETS ...
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Page 241 - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke: How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor.
Page 264 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Page 265 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay — There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew...
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Page 89 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives, creep to death.
Page 148 - A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts and nothing long; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Page 105 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung ; Silence was pleased : now glowed the firmament With living sapphires : Hesperus, that led The starry host, rode brightest, till the moon, Rising in clouded majesty, at length, Apparent queen, unveiled her peerless light, And o'er the...
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Page 240 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Page 95 - The hooked chariot stood Unstained with hostile blood; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovereign Lord was by.