A Complete Edition of the Poets of Great Britain..: Drayton. Carew. Suckling

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John & Arthur Arch, ... and for Bell & Bradfute & I. Mundell & Company, Edinburgh., 1793

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566. oldal - And for myself, quoth he, This my full rest shall be ; England ne'er mourn for me, Nor more esteem me, Victor I will remain, Or on this earth lie slain ; Never shall she sustain Loss to redeem me.
567. oldal - Gloster, that Duke so good, Next of the royal blood, For famous England stood With his brave brother; Clarence, in steel so bright, Though but a maiden knight. Yet in that furious fight, Scarce such another. Warwick in blood did wade. Oxford the foe invade, And cruel slaughter made, Still as they ran up; Suffolk his axe did ply, Beaumont and Willoughby Bare them right doughtily, Ferrers and Fanhope. Upon Saint Crispin's day...
172. oldal - Twixt head and foot, from point to point, He told the arming of each joint, In every piece how neat and quaint, For Tomalin could do it; How fair he sat, how sure he rid, As of the courser he bestrid, How...
566. oldal - To the king sending; Which he neglects the while As from a nation vile, Yet with an angry smile Their fall portending. And turning to his men, Quoth our brave Henry then, ' Though they to one be ten, Be not amazed. Yet have we well begun, Battles so bravely won...
563. oldal - And cheerfully at sea, Success you still entice To get the pearl and gold And ours to hold Virginia, Earth's only paradise.
565. oldal - I pray thee leave, love me no more, Call home the heart you gave me. I but in vain that saint adore That can, but will not save me. These poor half kisses kill me quite ; Was ever man thus served ? Amidst an ocean of delight For pleasure to be starved.
539. oldal - Love's latest breath, When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies; When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And Innocence is closing up his eyes : Now, if thou wouldst, when all have given him over, From death to life thou might'st him yet recover.
167. oldal - And somewhat southward toward the noon, Whence lies a way up to the moon, And thence the Fairy can as soon Pass to the earth below it. The walls of spiders...
567. oldal - They now to fight are gone, Armour on armour shone, Drum now to drum did groan, To hear was wonder ; That with the cries they make, The very earth did shake, Trumpet to trumpet spake, Thunder to thunder. Well it thine age became...
574. oldal - I should lose my maidenhead, And all for love of men. Saith he, Yet are you too unkind, If in your heart you cannot find To love us now and then; And I to thee will be as kind As Colin was to Rosalind, Of courtesy the flower. Then will I be as true, quoth she, As ever maiden yet might be Unto her paramour.

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