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... thou art to me my live's light And saviour , as downe in this world here ; Out of this town helpe me by your might ; Sith that you will not be my treasure , For I am slave as nere as any frere , But I pray unto your curtesie , Be heavy ...
... thou art to me my live's light And saviour , as downe in this world here ; Out of this town helpe me by your might ; Sith that you will not be my treasure , For I am slave as nere as any frere , But I pray unto your curtesie , Be heavy ...
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... Thou lookest as thou woldest find a hare ; For ever on the ground I see thee stare . 20 HOME PICTURES OF ENGLISH POETS .
... Thou lookest as thou woldest find a hare ; For ever on the ground I see thee stare . 20 HOME PICTURES OF ENGLISH POETS .
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... thou hast though it be small ; To hoard brings hate , nor lofty thoughts pursue , He who climbs bigh endangers many a fall . Envy's a shade that ever waits on fame , And oft the sun that rises it will hide ; Trace not in life a vast ...
... thou hast though it be small ; To hoard brings hate , nor lofty thoughts pursue , He who climbs bigh endangers many a fall . Envy's a shade that ever waits on fame , And oft the sun that rises it will hide ; Trace not in life a vast ...
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... thou , that hast not tride , What hell it is , in sueing long to bide ; To lose good days , that might be better spent ; To waste long nights in pensive discontent ; To speed to - day , to be put back to - morrow ; To feed on hope , to ...
... thou , that hast not tride , What hell it is , in sueing long to bide ; To lose good days , that might be better spent ; To waste long nights in pensive discontent ; To speed to - day , to be put back to - morrow ; To feed on hope , to ...
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... thou will thy forfeit have , Which is of flesh a pound ; See that thou shed no drop of bloud , Nor yet the man confound . " For if thou do , like murderer Thou here shalt hanged be ; Likewise of flesh see that thou cut No more than ...
... thou will thy forfeit have , Which is of flesh a pound ; See that thou shed no drop of bloud , Nor yet the man confound . " For if thou do , like murderer Thou here shalt hanged be ; Likewise of flesh see that thou cut No more than ...
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Page 275 - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days: There, ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere...
Page 205 - Seven years, my lord, have now passed since I waited in your outward rooms, or was repulsed from your door; during which time I have been pushing on my work through difficulties, of which it is useless to complain, and have brought it at last to the verge of publication, without one act of assistance, one word of encouragement, or one smile of favour.
Page 72 - So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity That, when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lackey her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt...
Page 222 - There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school ; A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew...
Page 74 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more, Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude ; And, with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer : Who would not sing for Lycidas ? He knew, Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
Page 222 - Yet he was kind; or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault; The village all declared how much he knew; 'Twas certain he could write, and cipher too; Lands he could measure, terms and tides presage, And even the story ran that he could gauge...
Page 275 - The priest-like father reads the sacred page, How Abram was the friend of God on high ; Or, Moses bade eternal warfare wage With Amalek's ungracious progeny ; Or, how the royal bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire ; Or, Job's pathetic plaint and wailing cry ; Or, rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire ; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre.
Page 248 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, ' Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!
Page 278 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering worth is...
Page 241 - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my share — I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose...