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... shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale . Such was his attitude when he was a young man of about twenty - five ; and such it was when , blind from hard work and almost sixty , he wrote his beautiful description of the ...
... shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale . Such was his attitude when he was a young man of about twenty - five ; and such it was when , blind from hard work and almost sixty , he wrote his beautiful description of the ...
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... shepherd made so much joy . The shepherd upon a hill he sat , He had upon him his tabard and hat , His tarbox , his pipe and his flagat : 1 His name was called Jolly , Jolly Wat , For he was a good herds - boy Ut hoy ! For in his ...
... shepherd made so much joy . The shepherd upon a hill he sat , He had upon him his tabard and hat , His tarbox , his pipe and his flagat : 1 His name was called Jolly , Jolly Wat , For he was a good herds - boy Ut hoy ! For in his ...
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... shepherd anon said right , " I will go see yon wondrous sight , Whereas the Angel sings in the height , And the star that shines so bright . " Ut hoy ! For in his pipe he made so much joy . Jesus , I offer Thee here my pipe , My shirt ...
... shepherd anon said right , " I will go see yon wondrous sight , Whereas the Angel sings in the height , And the star that shines so bright . " Ut hoy ! For in his pipe he made so much joy . Jesus , I offer Thee here my pipe , My shirt ...
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... shepherd , who though he talked of Bethlehem was native of the English Downs . As we pass on to the reigns of Elizabeth and James I , the lyrics are so abundant and so beautiful that no more than a scantiest gleaning can be packed into ...
... shepherd , who though he talked of Bethlehem was native of the English Downs . As we pass on to the reigns of Elizabeth and James I , the lyrics are so abundant and so beautiful that no more than a scantiest gleaning can be packed into ...
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... shepherds feed their flocks , By shallow rivers to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals . And I will make ... Shepherd was not the only lover whom Marlowe knew . In his tragedy , Dr. Faustus , a scholar who had sold his soul ...
... shepherds feed their flocks , By shallow rivers to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals . And I will make ... Shepherd was not the only lover whom Marlowe knew . In his tragedy , Dr. Faustus , a scholar who had sold his soul ...
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Page 98 - REAPER. BEHOLD her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass ! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass ! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen ! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Page 89 - In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
Page 78 - O eloquent, just, and mighty Death! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded; what none hath dared, thou hast done; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised: thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hie jacet.
Page 62 - Queen and Huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep> Seated in thy silver chair State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart And thy crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever: Thou that mak'st...
Page 61 - When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, Why then comes in the sweet o' the year ; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh ! the sweet birds, O, how they sing ! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge ; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. The lark that tirra-lirra...
Page 40 - Hurled headlong flaming from th' ethereal sky, With hideous ruin and combustion, down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In adamantine chains and penal fire, Who durst defy th
Page 60 - With coral clasps and amber studs ; And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.
Page 283 - I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
Page 282 - And because the breath of flowers is far sweeter in the air (where it comes and goes, like the warbling of music,) than in the hand, therefore nothing is more fit for that delight, than to know what be the flowers and plants that do best perfume the air.
Page 268 - 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 enamell'd eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.