English Poetry, 40. kötetP. F. Collier & son, 1910 - 1508 oldal |
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139. oldal
... John , ' His clothinge is full thynne ; Ye must gyve the knight a lyveray , To lappe his body therein . ' For ye ... Lytell Johnn toke none other mesure But his bowë - tree . And at every handfull that he met He lept over fotes three ...
... John , ' His clothinge is full thynne ; Ye must gyve the knight a lyveray , To lappe his body therein . ' For ye ... Lytell Johnn toke none other mesure But his bowë - tree . And at every handfull that he met He lept over fotes three ...
140. oldal
... lytell Much , ' To mayntene hym in his right ' ; ' And a peyre of botes , ' sayde Scarlok , ' For he is a gentyll knight . ' ' What shalt thou gyve hym , Litell John ? ' [ said Robyn ; ] ' Sir , a peyre of gilt sporis clene , To pray ...
... lytell Much , ' To mayntene hym in his right ' ; ' And a peyre of botes , ' sayde Scarlok , ' For he is a gentyll knight . ' ' What shalt thou gyve hym , Litell John ? ' [ said Robyn ; ] ' Sir , a peyre of gilt sporis clene , To pray ...
150. oldal
... John Twelve moneths of the knight ; Therefore he gave him right anone A gode hors and a wight . " Nowe is Litell John the sherifes man , God lende us well to spede ! But alwey thought Lytell John To quyte hym wele his mede . " ' Nowe so ...
... John Twelve moneths of the knight ; Therefore he gave him right anone A gode hors and a wight . " Nowe is Litell John the sherifes man , God lende us well to spede ! But alwey thought Lytell John To quyte hym wele his mede . " ' Nowe so ...
151. oldal
... Lytell Johnn gave the boteler suche a tap His backe went nere in two ; Though he liveth an hundred wynter , The wors ... John , ' I shall gyve you to drinke ; And though ye lyve an hundred wynter , On Lytel Johnn ye shall thinke ...
... Lytell Johnn gave the boteler suche a tap His backe went nere in two ; Though he liveth an hundred wynter , The wors ... John , ' I shall gyve you to drinke ; And though ye lyve an hundred wynter , On Lytel Johnn ye shall thinke ...
157. oldal
... myght no man se . But as they loked in Bernysdale , By the hyë waye , Than were they ware of two blacke monkes , Eche on a good palferay . 1 Grief and sorrow . Then bespake Lytell Johan , To Much he gan say A GEST OF ROBYN HODE 157.
... myght no man se . But as they loked in Bernysdale , By the hyë waye , Than were they ware of two blacke monkes , Eche on a good palferay . 1 Grief and sorrow . Then bespake Lytell Johan , To Much he gan say A GEST OF ROBYN HODE 157.
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292. oldal - 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.
425. oldal - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen: Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
264. oldal - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
261. oldal - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted...
450. oldal - But knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Kich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll Chill penury repress'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul. " Full many a gem of purest ray serene. The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear ; Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
300. oldal - 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...
452. oldal - For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour"d dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led. Some kindred spirit shall enquire thy fate,— Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, "Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn.
275. oldal - Tired with all these, for restful death I cry, As, to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority, And folly, doctor-like, controlling skill, And simple truth miscall'd simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill : Tired with all these,...
453. oldal - A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
399. oldal - Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow, While organs yet were mute, Timotheus, to his breathing flute And sounding lyre Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.