The English Parnassus: An Anthology Chiefly of Longer PoemsWilliam Macneile Dixon, Sir Herbert John Clifford Grierson |
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... LORD BYRON CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE CANTO III " " 99 364 99 CANTO IV 389 426 435 THE PRISONER OF CHILLON THE VISION OF JUDGEMENT PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY ALASTOR ; OR , THE SPIRIT OF SOLITUDE 457 ADONAIS : AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF JOHN ...
... LORD BYRON CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE CANTO III " " 99 364 99 CANTO IV 389 426 435 THE PRISONER OF CHILLON THE VISION OF JUDGEMENT PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY ALASTOR ; OR , THE SPIRIT OF SOLITUDE 457 ADONAIS : AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF JOHN ...
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... lord of Palatye , Ageyn another hethen in Turkye : And evermore he hadde a sovereyn prys . And though that he were worthy , he was wys , And of his port as meke as is a mayde . He never yet no vileinye ne sayde In al his lyf , un - to ...
... lord of Palatye , Ageyn another hethen in Turkye : And evermore he hadde a sovereyn prys . And though that he were worthy , he was wys , And of his port as meke as is a mayde . He never yet no vileinye ne sayde In al his lyf , un - to ...
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... lord was keper of the celle . The reule of seint Maure or of seint Beneit , By - cause that it was old and some - del streit , This ilke monk leet olde thinges pace , And held after the newe world the space . He yaf nat of that text a ...
... lord was keper of the celle . The reule of seint Maure or of seint Beneit , By - cause that it was old and some - del streit , This ilke monk leet olde thinges pace , And held after the newe world the space . He yaf nat of that text a ...
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... lord and sire ; Ful ofte tyme he was knight of the shire . An anlas and a gipser al of silk Heng at his girdel , whyt as morne milk . A shirreve hadde he been , and a countour Was no - wher such a worthy vavasour . ; An HABERDASSHER and ...
... lord and sire ; Ful ofte tyme he was knight of the shire . An anlas and a gipser al of silk Heng at his girdel , whyt as morne milk . A shirreve hadde he been , and a countour Was no - wher such a worthy vavasour . ; An HABERDASSHER and ...
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... lord purchace . Ful riche he was astored prively , His lord wel coude he plesen subtilly , To yeve and lene him of his owne good , And have a thank , and yet a cote and hood . In youthe he lerned hadde a good mister ; He was a wel good ...
... lord purchace . Ful riche he was astored prively , His lord wel coude he plesen subtilly , To yeve and lene him of his owne good , And have a thank , and yet a cote and hood . In youthe he lerned hadde a good mister ; He was a wel good ...
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Page 368 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Page 344 - Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay ! Farewell, farewell!
Page 340 - But tell me, tell me! speak again, Thy soft response renewing— What makes that ship drive on so fast? What is the ocean doing?' Second Voice 'Still as a slave before his lord, The ocean hath no blast; His great bright eye most silently Up to the Moon is cast— If he may know which way to go; For she guides him smooth or grim. See, brother, see! how graciously She looketh down on him.
Page 319 - Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little Actor cons another part; Filling from time to time his "humorous stage...
Page 292 - The immeasurable height Of woods decaying, never to be decayed, The stationary blasts of waterfalls, And in the narrow rent at every turn Winds thwarting winds, bewildered and forlorn, The torrents shooting from the clear blue sky, The rocks that muttered close upon our ears, Black drizzling crags that spake by the way-side As if a voice were in them, the sick sight And giddy prospect of the raving stream, The unfettered clouds and region of the Heavens, Tumult and peace, the darkness and the light...
Page 319 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Page 337 - My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank. I moved, and could not feel my limbs: I was so light — almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost.
Page 318 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone : The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream...
Page 369 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Page 338 - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman steered, the ship moved on; Yet never a breeze...