The English Parnassus: An Anthology Chiefly of Longer PoemsWilliam Macneile Dixon, Sir Herbert John Clifford Grierson |
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... face , He priketh endelong the large place , Loking upward up - on this Emelye ; And she agayn him caste a freendlich yë , ( For wommen , as to speken in comune , They folwen al the favour of fortune ) , And she was al his chere , as in ...
... face , He priketh endelong the large place , Loking upward up - on this Emelye ; And she agayn him caste a freendlich yë , ( For wommen , as to speken in comune , They folwen al the favour of fortune ) , And she was al his chere , as in ...
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... face With chilling colde had pearst the tender green : The mantels rent , wherein enwrapped been The gladsom groves that nowe laye overthrowen , The tapets torne , and every blome downe blowen . The soyle that earst so seemely was to ...
... face With chilling colde had pearst the tender green : The mantels rent , wherein enwrapped been The gladsom groves that nowe laye overthrowen , The tapets torne , and every blome downe blowen . The soyle that earst so seemely was to ...
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... face With twinkling light shoen on the earth apace , That whyle they brought about the nightes chare , The darke had dimmed the daye eare I was ware . And sorowing I to see the sommer flowers , The lively greene , the lusty leas ...
... face With twinkling light shoen on the earth apace , That whyle they brought about the nightes chare , The darke had dimmed the daye eare I was ware . And sorowing I to see the sommer flowers , The lively greene , the lusty leas ...
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... face forhewed with woundes , and by his side There hunge his targe , with gashes depe and wyde . In mids of which , depaynted there we founde Deadly debate , all ful of snaky heare , That with a blouddy fillet was ybound , Outbrething ...
... face forhewed with woundes , and by his side There hunge his targe , with gashes depe and wyde . In mids of which , depaynted there we founde Deadly debate , all ful of snaky heare , That with a blouddy fillet was ybound , Outbrething ...
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... face , Her beauty to disgrace . O fayrest Phoebus , father of the Muse , If ever I did honour thee aright , Or sing the thing , that mote thy mind delight , Doe not thy servants simple boone refuse , But let this day , let this one day ...
... face , Her beauty to disgrace . O fayrest Phoebus , father of the Muse , If ever I did honour thee aright , Or sing the thing , that mote thy mind delight , Doe not thy servants simple boone refuse , But let this day , let this one day ...
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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...