The Barons' Wars, Nymphidia, and Other PoemsGeorge Routledge & Sons, 1887 - Всего страниц: 288 |
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... sight ; But when his course yet newly is begun , The hum'rous fogs deprive us of his light , Till through the clouds he his clear forehead run , Climbing the noontide in his glorious height : His clear beginning Fortune cloudeth thus ...
... sight ; But when his course yet newly is begun , The hum'rous fogs deprive us of his light , Till through the clouds he his clear forehead run , Climbing the noontide in his glorious height : His clear beginning Fortune cloudeth thus ...
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... sight and a meagre look , Was always prying where she might do ill , In which the fiend continual pleasure took ( Her starvéd body plenty could not fill ) , Searching in every corner , every nook , With wingéd feet , too swift to work ...
... sight and a meagre look , Was always prying where she might do ill , In which the fiend continual pleasure took ( Her starvéd body plenty could not fill ) , Searching in every corner , every nook , With wingéd feet , too swift to work ...
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... sight ( Which still betwixt them and clear reason hung ) , And their opinions in such sort abused , As that their fault can never be excused . II . Now our Minerva puts on dreadful arms Further to wade into this bloody war , And from ...
... sight ( Which still betwixt them and clear reason hung ) , And their opinions in such sort abused , As that their fault can never be excused . II . Now our Minerva puts on dreadful arms Further to wade into this bloody war , And from ...
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... sight , Whenas the Trent was risen so betwixt , That for a while prolonged the unnatural fight With many waters that itself had mixed , To stay their fury doing all it might : Things which presage both good and ill there be , Which ...
... sight , Whenas the Trent was risen so betwixt , That for a while prolonged the unnatural fight With many waters that itself had mixed , To stay their fury doing all it might : Things which presage both good and ill there be , Which ...
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... army went , The nearest way conducted by the spies ; And he himself , and Edmond Earl of Kent , Upon the hill in sight of Burton lay , Watching to take advantage of the day . 30 . Stay , Surrey , stay , thou mayst THE BARONS ' WARS . 4 [
... army went , The nearest way conducted by the spies ; And he himself , and Edmond Earl of Kent , Upon the hill in sight of Burton lay , Watching to take advantage of the day . 30 . Stay , Surrey , stay , thou mayst THE BARONS ' WARS . 4 [
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ancient Aquitaine arms Barons bear behold blood Bolingbrooke bosom brave breast breath cast crown curse dead dear death didst dost doth Drayton Duke Duke of Bourbon Earl Earl of Lancaster earth Edward Longshanks England English eyes fair Fairy fall fate fear fire foes fortune France friends fury Gaveston grace grief hand hast hate hath heart Heaven Henry Henry Hotspur Hertford honour hope John of Gaunt King Edward knew Lancaster Let thy swans live Longshanks look lord Michael Drayton mischief miseries Mortimer Muse music Along let ne'er never night nought numbers Oberon Phaëton Pigwiggin Poems Poetical poets poor Prince proud Queen Mab quoth rank Let thy Roger Mortimer Samuel Daniel scorn sighs sight sorrow Spensers spirit stay stood strive strong sweet tears tell thee things THOMAS ELLWOOD thou thought thy swans sing vile Whenas wherein Whilst wise woful wound wrong wrought
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Стр. 246 - 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.
Стр. 209 - And turn his weapon from him. Himself he on an earwig set, Yet scarce he on his back could get, So oft and high he did curvet, Ere he himself could settle : He made him turn, and stop, and bound, To gallop, and to trot the round, He scarce could stand on any ground, He was so full of mettle.
Стр. 193 - Fairies still, Nor never can they have their fill, As they were wedded to them ; No tales of them their thirst can slake, So much delight therein they take, And some strange thing they fain would make, Knew they the way to do them.
Стр. 221 - This new rich Novice, lavish of his chest, To one man gives ! doth on another spend ! Then here he riots ! yet, amongst the rest, Haps to lend some to one true honest friend. Thy Gifts, thou in obscurity dost waste ! False friends, thy Kindness ! born but to deceive thee. Thy Love that is on the unworthy placed ! Time hath thy Beauty, which with age will leave thee!
Стр. 259 - And when that once Pueriles I had read, And newly had my Cato construed, In my small...
Стр. 226 - Which ceaseth not to tempt me to each ill, Nor gives me once but one poor minute's rest; In me it speaks, whether I sleep or wake, And when by means to drive it out I try, With greater torments then it me doth take, And tortures me in most extremity; Before my face it lays down my despairs, And hastes me on unto a sudden death, *° Now tempting me to drown myself in tears, And then in sighing to give up my breath. Thus am I still provoked to every evil By this good wicked spirit, sweet angel devil.
Стр. 198 - He would not have abode it. She mounts her chariot with a trice, Nor would she stay for no advice, Until her maids that were so nice To wait on her were fitted ; But ran herself away alone, Which when they heard, there was not one But hasted after to be gone, As she had been diswitted.
Стр. 202 - This Puck seems but a dreaming dolt, Still walking like a ragged colt, And oft out of a bush doth bolt, Of purpose to deceive us ; And, leading us, makes us to stray, Long winters nights out of the way, And when we stick in mire and clay, He doth with laughter leave us.
Стр. 194 - Jove prosper my proceeding! And thou, Nymphidia, gentle fay, Which, meeting me upon the way, These secrets didst to me bewray Which now I am in telling: My pretty light fantastic maid, I here invoke thee to my aid, That I may speak what thou hast said, In numbers smoothly swelling.