The English Parnassus: An Anthology Chiefly of Longer PoemsWilliam Macneile Dixon, Sir Herbert John Clifford Grierson |
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... hast in every regne and every lond Of armes al the brydel in thyn hond , And hem fortunest as thee list devyse , Accept of me my pitous sacrifyse . If so be that my youthe may deserve , And that my might be worthy for to serve Thy ...
... hast in every regne and every lond Of armes al the brydel in thyn hond , And hem fortunest as thee list devyse , Accept of me my pitous sacrifyse . If so be that my youthe may deserve , And that my might be worthy for to serve Thy ...
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... is the fader of pestilence . Now weep namore , I shal doon diligence That Palamon , that is thyn owne knight , Shal have his lady , as thou hast him hight . 1610 Though Mars shal helpe his knight , yet nathelees Bitwixe 50 GEOFFREY CHAUCER.
... is the fader of pestilence . Now weep namore , I shal doon diligence That Palamon , that is thyn owne knight , Shal have his lady , as thou hast him hight . 1610 Though Mars shal helpe his knight , yet nathelees Bitwixe 50 GEOFFREY CHAUCER.
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... Hast thee O fayrest Planet to thy home Within the Westerne fome : Thy tyred steedes long since have need of rest . Long though it be , at last I see it gloome , And the bright evening star with golden creast Appeare out 94 EDMUND SPENSER.
... Hast thee O fayrest Planet to thy home Within the Westerne fome : Thy tyred steedes long since have need of rest . Long though it be , at last I see it gloome , And the bright evening star with golden creast Appeare out 94 EDMUND SPENSER.
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... Hast sumd in one , and cancelled for aye : Spread thy broad wing over my Love and me , That no man may us see , And in thy sable mantle us enwrap , From feare of perrill and foule horror free . Let no false treason seeke us to entrap ...
... Hast sumd in one , and cancelled for aye : Spread thy broad wing over my Love and me , That no man may us see , And in thy sable mantle us enwrap , From feare of perrill and foule horror free . Let no false treason seeke us to entrap ...
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... shephard once unto thee brought , His pleasures with thee wrought . Therefore to us be favorable now ; And sith of wemens labours thou hast charge , 380 And generation goodly dost enlarge , Encline thy will t'effect 96 EDMUND SPENSER.
... shephard once unto thee brought , His pleasures with thee wrought . Therefore to us be favorable now ; And sith of wemens labours thou hast charge , 380 And generation goodly dost enlarge , Encline thy will t'effect 96 EDMUND SPENSER.
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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...