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... That no drop neer fell upon her breast . In courtesie was set full much her lest . ** And certainly she was of great disport , And full pleasant , and amiable of port , And took much pains to imitate the air Of court 28 CHAUCER.
... That no drop neer fell upon her breast . In courtesie was set full much her lest . ** And certainly she was of great disport , And full pleasant , and amiable of port , And took much pains to imitate the air Of court 28 CHAUCER.
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George Croly. And took much pains to imitate the air Of court , and hold a stately manner , And to be thoughten high of reverence . But for to speaken of her conscience , She was so charitable and so piteous , She would weep if that she ...
George Croly. And took much pains to imitate the air Of court , and hold a stately manner , And to be thoughten high of reverence . But for to speaken of her conscience , She was so charitable and so piteous , She would weep if that she ...
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... pain the passage have , That make frail flesh to fear the bitter wave ? Is not short pain well borne , that brings long ease , And lays the soul to sleep in quiet grave ? Sleep after toil , port after stormy seas , Ease after war ...
... pain the passage have , That make frail flesh to fear the bitter wave ? Is not short pain well borne , that brings long ease , And lays the soul to sleep in quiet grave ? Sleep after toil , port after stormy seas , Ease after war ...
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... Pain , hunger , cold , that makes the heart to quake ; And ever fickle fortune rageth rife ; which , and thousands more , do make a loathsome life . " Thou , wretched man , of death hath greatest need , If in true balance thou wilt ...
... Pain , hunger , cold , that makes the heart to quake ; And ever fickle fortune rageth rife ; which , and thousands more , do make a loathsome life . " Thou , wretched man , of death hath greatest need , If in true balance thou wilt ...
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... table plain , The damned ghosts that do in torments wail , And thousand fiends , that do them endless pain , With fire and brimstone , which for ever shall remain . The sight thereof so thoroughly him dismayed , That nought 40 SPENCER .
... table plain , The damned ghosts that do in torments wail , And thousand fiends , that do them endless pain , With fire and brimstone , which for ever shall remain . The sight thereof so thoroughly him dismayed , That nought 40 SPENCER .
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Page 342 - 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...
Page 315 - 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 78 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks; Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes That on the green turf suck the honeyed showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Page 127 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.
Page 137 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Page 51 - To die — to sleep. To sleep — perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub! For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause. There's the respect That makes calamity of so long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time...
Page 165 - But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all; And, as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way. Beside the bed where parting life was laid, And sorrow, guilt, and pain by turns dismayed, The reverend champion stood. At his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And...
Page 68 - But hail! thou Goddess sage and holy! Hail, divinest Melancholy! Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight, And therefore to our weaker view O'erlaid with black, staid Wisdom's hue; Black, but such as in esteem Prince Memnon's sister might beseem, Or that starred Ethiop queen that strove To set her beauty's praise above The Sea-Nymphs, and their powers offended.
Page 138 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favorite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 63 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest and youthful Jollity, Quips, and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks, and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.