Recollections of a Literary Life: And Selections from My Favourite Poets and Prose Writers |
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... thou proud portér , ” Sayes , " Christ thee save and see . ' " Now you be welcome , " sayd the portér , " Of what land soever ye be . " " We been harpers , " sayd Adler yonge , " Come out of the north countrée ; We been come hither ...
... thou proud portér , ” Sayes , " Christ thee save and see . ' " Now you be welcome , " sayd the portér , " Of what land soever ye be . " " We been harpers , " sayd Adler yonge , " Come out of the north countrée ; We been come hither ...
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... Thou speakest proud wordes , " sayd the paynim kyng , " Thou harper , here to me ; There is a man within this halle , That will beate thy ladd and thee . " " O lett that man come down , " he sayd , " A sight of him wolde I see , And ...
... Thou speakest proud wordes , " sayd the paynim kyng , " Thou harper , here to me ; There is a man within this halle , That will beate thy ladd and thee . " " O lett that man come down , " he sayd , " A sight of him wolde I see , And ...
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... thou mayst see ; And I'll rid thee of that foul paynim , Who parts thy love and thee . ' The ladye lookt and the lady blusht , And blusht and lookt agayne , While Adler he hath drawn his brande , And hath Sir Bremor slayne . Up then ...
... thou mayst see ; And I'll rid thee of that foul paynim , Who parts thy love and thee . ' The ladye lookt and the lady blusht , And blusht and lookt agayne , While Adler he hath drawn his brande , And hath Sir Bremor slayne . Up then ...
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... devotion ; Tell love it is but lust ; Tell time it is but motion ; Tell flesh it is but dust ; And wish them not reply , For thou must give the lic . Teil age it daily wasteth ; Tell honour how it 10 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
... devotion ; Tell love it is but lust ; Tell time it is but motion ; Tell flesh it is but dust ; And wish them not reply , For thou must give the lic . Teil age it daily wasteth ; Tell honour how it 10 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
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... thou hast , as I Commandeth thee , done blabbing , Although to give the lie Deserves no less than stabbing , Yet stab at thee who will , No stab the soul can kill . WINIFREDA . About the authorship of this beautiful address to conjugal ...
... thou hast , as I Commandeth thee , done blabbing , Although to give the lie Deserves no less than stabbing , Yet stab at thee who will , No stab the soul can kill . WINIFREDA . About the authorship of this beautiful address to conjugal ...
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admirable amongst ballads beautiful Ben Jonson bird Bonny Dundee Bradshaigh bright brother called charming dear death delight doth EACUS English EURIPIDES eyes fair father fear feeling flowers Gelert gentlemen Gerald Griffin give Goodere grace hand happy hath hear heard heart Hepzibah honour horse Joanna Baillie John Banim John Clare King knew Kyng lady laughed letters light lived look Lord Mahony maid mignonette Molière morning murder nature never night noble o'er once Pan is dead passed person pleasure poems poet poetry poor praise round SACK OF BALTIMORE scene seemed sing smile song spirit story sweet tears tell thee There's things Thomas Holcroft thou thought took trees Ufton Court verse walk whilst wild Winthrop Mackworth Praed wirra-sthru wonder words write wyfe XANTHIAS young youth
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Page 61 - There is no Death ! What seems so is transition. This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian. Whose portal we call Death.
Page 295 - My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: "Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Page 185 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Page 87 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn ; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn : But my kisses bring again, , bring again, ' . -' Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. seal'd in vain.
Page 167 - Not a word to each other ; we kept the great pace Neck by neck, stride by stride, never changing our place; I turned in my saddle and made its girths tight, Then shortened each stirrup, and set the pique right, Rebuckled the cheek-strap, chained slacker the bit, Nor galloped less steadily Roland a whit.
Page 226 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Page 185 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
Page 368 - Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Page 293 - What thou art we know not : what is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden in the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not.
Page 296 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.