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... hast a quarell sought , Amyddes the erth there is a place ywrought , Whan erth to erth is torned properly , The for thy synne to perrysh wonderly . And erth , for erth why hast thou envy ? And the erth upon erth to be more prosperous ...
... hast a quarell sought , Amyddes the erth there is a place ywrought , Whan erth to erth is torned properly , The for thy synne to perrysh wonderly . And erth , for erth why hast thou envy ? And the erth upon erth to be more prosperous ...
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... hast beene traytor all thy liffe , Which thing must have an ende . " 42. Robin pulled forth an Irish kniffe , And nicked Sir Guy in the fface , That hee was never on a woman borne Cold tell who Sir Guye was . 170 43. Saies , " Lye there ...
... hast beene traytor all thy liffe , Which thing must have an ende . " 42. Robin pulled forth an Irish kniffe , And nicked Sir Guy in the fface , That hee was never on a woman borne Cold tell who Sir Guye was . 170 43. Saies , " Lye there ...
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... hast haryed all Bamborowe schyre , Thow hast done me grete envye ; 1 For the trespasse thow hast me done , The tone of us schall dye . " 50 13. " Where schall I byde the ? " sayd the Dowglas , " Or where wylte thow com to me ? " " At ...
... hast haryed all Bamborowe schyre , Thow hast done me grete envye ; 1 For the trespasse thow hast me done , The tone of us schall dye . " 50 13. " Where schall I byde the ? " sayd the Dowglas , " Or where wylte thow com to me ? " " At ...
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... hast me done , The tone of us schall dye . " 31. The Dowglas answerde hym agayne , Wyth grett wurdes upon hye , And sayd , " I have twenty agaynst thy one , Byholde , and thou maste see . " 32. Wyth that the Perssy was grevyd sore , For ...
... hast me done , The tone of us schall dye . " 31. The Dowglas answerde hym agayne , Wyth grett wurdes upon hye , And sayd , " I have twenty agaynst thy one , Byholde , and thou maste see . " 32. Wyth that the Perssy was grevyd sore , For ...
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... hast , mak haste , my mirry men all , Our guid schip sails the morne : " " O say na sae , my master deir , For I feir a deadlie storme . 75 280 7. " Late , late yestreen I saw the new moone , Wi the auld moone in hir arme , And I feir ...
... hast , mak haste , my mirry men all , Our guid schip sails the morne : " " O say na sae , my master deir , For I feir a deadlie storme . 75 280 7. " Late , late yestreen I saw the new moone , Wi the auld moone in hir arme , And I feir ...
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Page 326 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
Page 364 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips - 'The foe! they come! they come!' And wild and high the 'Cameron's gathering
Page 367 - Thy waters washed them power while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play; Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow; Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Page 367 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
Page 451 - ... rim. Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster let fall, Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all, Stood up in the stirrup, leaned, patted his ear, Called my Roland his pet-name, my horse without peer ; Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise, bad or good, Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood. And all I remember is, friends flocking round As I sat with his head 'twixt my knees on the ground; And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine, As I poured down his...
Page 364 - 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 336 - And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing A mighty fountain momently was forced: Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail: And "mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river.
Page 326 - EARTH has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty : This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning ; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill ; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep ! The river glideth at his own sweet...
Page 271 - Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak, She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
Page 329 - River where ford there was none: But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.