Specimens, with memoirs, of the less-known British poets. With an intr. essay, by G. Gilfillan. The text ed. by C.C. Clarke, Volumen1 |
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There was the first wassail in deed , And that first of fame gede . 12 Of that
wassail men told great tale , And wassail when they were at ale , And drinkheil to
them that drank , Thus was wassail tane 13 to thank . Fele sithës 14 that maiden
ying ...
There was the first wassail in deed , And that first of fame gede . 12 Of that
wassail men told great tale , And wassail when they were at ale , And drinkheil to
them that drank , Thus was wassail tane 13 to thank . Fele sithës 14 that maiden
ying ...
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Wherever he circulated , there circulated the fame of Wallace ; there , his deeds
were recounted ; there , hatred of a foreign foe , and love to their native land ,
were inculcated as first principles ; and long after the Homer of Scotland had ...
Wherever he circulated , there circulated the fame of Wallace ; there , his deeds
were recounted ; there , hatred of a foreign foe , and love to their native land ,
were inculcated as first principles ; and long after the Homer of Scotland had ...
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He seems to have died about 1520 . Even after his death , misfortune pursued
him . His works were , with the exception of two or three pieces , locked up in an
obscure MS . till the middle of last century . Since then , however , their fame has
...
He seems to have died about 1520 . Even after his death , misfortune pursued
him . His works were , with the exception of two or three pieces , locked up in an
obscure MS . till the middle of last century . Since then , however , their fame has
...
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... them to vary ; In false vain - glory they so drunken are , Their wit is went , of
woe they are not ' ware , Till that all worship away be from them gone , Fame ,
goods , and strength ; wherefore well say I dare , All love is lost but upon God
alone .
... them to vary ; In false vain - glory they so drunken are , Their wit is went , of
woe they are not ' ware , Till that all worship away be from them gone , Fame ,
goods , and strength ; wherefore well say I dare , All love is lost but upon God
alone .
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... and all their fame devour ' d , Consumed , destroy ' d , wasted , and never
ceased , Till he their wealth , their name , and all oppress ' d : His face forhew ' d
with wounds ; and by his side There hung his targe , with gashes deep and wide .
... and all their fame devour ' d , Consumed , destroy ' d , wasted , and never
ceased , Till he their wealth , their name , and all oppress ' d : His face forhew ' d
with wounds ; and by his side There hung his targe , with gashes deep and wide .
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Página 178 - Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade. Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside...
Página 112 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies ; How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries ? Sure, if that long-with-love-acquainted eyes Can judge of love, thou feel'st a lover's case ; I read it in thy looks ; thy languisht grace To me, that feel the like, thy state descries...
Página 24 - Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the evensong; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. » We have short time to stay as you; We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you or anything.
Página 177 - Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.
Página 149 - 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!
Página 113 - Townsfolk my strength ; a daintier judge applies His praise to sleight, which from good use doth rise ; Some lucky wits impute it but to chance ; Others, because of both sides I do take My blood from them, who did excel in this, Think Nature me a man of arms did make. How far they shot awry ! the true cause is, STELLA looked on, and from her heavenly face Sent forth the beams which made so fair my race.
Página 257 - Soul of the age! The applause! delight! the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare rise! I will not lodge thee by Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room: Thou art a monument without a tomb, And art alive still while thy book doth live And we have wits to read, and praise to give.
Página 275 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Página 276 - Her finger was so small, the ring Would not stay on which they did bring, It was too wide a peck : And to say truth, for out it must, ' It look'd like the great collar, just, About our young colt's neck. Her feet beneath her petticoat, Like little mice stole in and out, As if they fear'd the light : But oh ! she dances such a way — No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.
Página 172 - Thus sung they in the English boat, A holy and a cheerful Note, And all the way, to guide their Chime, With falling Oars they kept the time.
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| Título | Specimens, with memoirs, of the less-known British poets. With an intr. essay, by G. Gilfillan. The text ed. by C.C. Clarke, Volumen1 Cassell's libr. ed. of Brit. poets Specimens, with memoirs, of the less-known British poets. With an intr. essay, by G. Gilfillan. The text ed. by C.C. Clarke, George Gilfillan |
| Editor | George Gilfillan |
| Publicado | 1881 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 7 Ago. 2006 |
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