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... men might his bridel here Gingèling in a whistling wind as clere , 1 Took pains . 6 Straight . 2 To imitate . 7 Of low stature . 3 Worthy . 4 Stick . 8 Neat . 5 Smartly , adv . 9 Hunting . And eke as loude , as doth the chapell belle 2.
... men might his bridel here Gingèling in a whistling wind as clere , 1 Took pains . 6 Straight . 2 To imitate . 7 Of low stature . 3 Worthy . 4 Stick . 8 Neat . 5 Smartly , adv . 9 Hunting . And eke as loude , as doth the chapell belle 2.
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This pardoner had here as yelwes as wax , But smoth it henge , as doth a strike of flax : By unces9 heng his lokkes that he hadde , And therwith he his shulders overspradde . Ful thinne it lay , by culpons 10 on and on , But hode ...
This pardoner had here as yelwes as wax , But smoth it henge , as doth a strike of flax : By unces9 heng his lokkes that he hadde , And therwith he his shulders overspradde . Ful thinne it lay , by culpons 10 on and on , But hode ...
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FROM depth of doole wherein my soule doth dwell , From heauy heart which harbours in my brest , From troubled sprite which sildome taketh rest , From hope of heauen , from dread of darkesome hell , O gracious God , to thee I crye and ...
FROM depth of doole wherein my soule doth dwell , From heauy heart which harbours in my brest , From troubled sprite which sildome taketh rest , From hope of heauen , from dread of darkesome hell , O gracious God , to thee I crye and ...
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... Myne eyes doe long to gaze on thee my fyll . For thee I watche , for thee I prye and pore . My Soule for thee attendeth euermore . My Soule doth thyrst to take of thee a taste , My Soule desires with thee for to bee plaste ...
... Myne eyes doe long to gaze on thee my fyll . For thee I watche , for thee I prye and pore . My Soule for thee attendeth euermore . My Soule doth thyrst to take of thee a taste , My Soule desires with thee for to bee plaste ...
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... low in an hollow cave , Far underneath a craggy cliff ypight , Darke , dolefull , dreary , like a greedy grave , That still for carrion carcases doth crave : On top 14 "1 Cave of Despair.
... low in an hollow cave , Far underneath a craggy cliff ypight , Darke , dolefull , dreary , like a greedy grave , That still for carrion carcases doth crave : On top 14 "1 Cave of Despair.
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Page 27 - They heard, and were abashed, and up they sprung Upon the wing, as when men wont to watch, On duty sleeping found by whom they dread, Rouse and bestir themselves ere well awake. Nor did they not perceive the evil plight In which they were, or the fierce pains not feel; Yet to their General's voice they soon obeyed Innumerable.
Page 25 - Thus Satan talking to his nearest mate With head uplift above the wave, and eyes That sparkling blazed; his other parts besides Prone on the flood, extended long and large, Lay floating many a rood...
Page 20 - Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane, You do unbend your noble strength, to think So brainsickly of things. Go get some water, And wash this filthy witness from your hand. Why did you bring these daggers from the place? They must lie there: go carry them, and smear The sleepy grooms with blood. Macb. I'll go no more: I am afraid to think what I have done Look on't again I dare not.
Page 55 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Page 58 - This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Page 29 - Commander : he, above the rest In shape and gesture proudly eminent, Stood like a tower : his form had yet not lost All her original brightness ; nor appear'd Less than Arch-Angel ruin'd, and the excess Of glory obscured...
Page 23 - With that grim ferryman, which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud,— What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
Page 25 - Created hugest that swim the ocean stream : Him, haply, slumbering on the Norway foam, The pilot of some small night-foundered skiff Deeming some island, oft, as seamen tell, With fixed anchor in his scaly rind Moors by his side under the lee, while night Invests the sea, and wished morn delays...
Page 18 - Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost.
Page 41 - Purification in the old Law did save, And such as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind: Her face was...
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| Title | English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare]. Book 4 of English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution, Liverpool [ed. by W. J. Conybeare], William John Conybeare |
| Author | English poetry |
| Editor | William John Conybeare |
| Published | 1844 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | Oct 3, 2006 |
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