Specimens, with memoirs, of the less-known British poets. With an intr. essay, by G. Gilfillan. The text ed. by C.C. Clarke, Volumen1George Gilfillan 1881 |
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... Thou shalt him tell this message , That he upon his later age To set an end of all his work , As he which is mine owen clerk , Do make his Testament of Love , As thou hast done thy shrift above , So that my court it may record'- the ...
... Thou shalt him tell this message , That he upon his later age To set an end of all his work , As he which is mine owen clerk , Do make his Testament of Love , As thou hast done thy shrift above , So that my court it may record'- the ...
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... thou art a heretic . The sacrament of kirk I shall him give : Syne2 take thy choice , to starve or let him live . It were more ' vail , in worship of thy crown , To keep such one in life in thy bandoun , Than all the land and good that thou ...
... thou art a heretic . The sacrament of kirk I shall him give : Syne2 take thy choice , to starve or let him live . It were more ' vail , in worship of thy crown , To keep such one in life in thy bandoun , Than all the land and good that thou ...
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... thou art at freedom and at large , Let kindness ourë love not so discharge , But have a mind , wherever that thou be , Once on a day upon my child and me . On thee and me dependeth the trespace Touching our guilt and our great offence ...
... thou art at freedom and at large , Let kindness ourë love not so discharge , But have a mind , wherever that thou be , Once on a day upon my child and me . On thee and me dependeth the trespace Touching our guilt and our great offence ...
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... thou find amiss in aught , To God for mercy call . Yea , though thou findest nought amiss Which thou canst call to mind , Yet evermore remember this , There is the more behind : And think how well soe'er it be That thou hast spent the ...
... thou find amiss in aught , To God for mercy call . Yea , though thou findest nought amiss Which thou canst call to mind , Yet evermore remember this , There is the more behind : And think how well soe'er it be That thou hast spent the ...
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... thou do so . Take thou of me smooth pillows , sweetest bed , A chamber deaf to noise and blind to light , A rosy garland and a weary head ; And if these things , as being thine by right , Move not thy heavy grace , thou shalt in me ...
... thou do so . Take thou of me smooth pillows , sweetest bed , A chamber deaf to noise and blind to light , A rosy garland and a weary head ; And if these things , as being thine by right , Move not thy heavy grace , thou shalt in me ...
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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.