English Poetry, 40. kötetP. F. Collier & son, 1910 - 1508 oldal |
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132. oldal
... sherif of Notyngham , Hym holde ye in your mynde . ' ' This worde shalbe holde , ' sayde Lytell Johnn , ' And this lesson we shall lere ; It is fer dayes ; " God sende us a gest , That we were at our dynere . ' ' Take thy gode bowe in ...
... sherif of Notyngham , Hym holde ye in your mynde . ' ' This worde shalbe holde , ' sayde Lytell Johnn , ' And this lesson we shall lere ; It is fer dayes ; " God sende us a gest , That we were at our dynere . ' ' Take thy gode bowe in ...
149. oldal
... sherif of Notingham By the markes gan stande . The sherif swore a full greate othe : By hym that dyede on a tre , This man is the best arschere That ever I dyd see . ' Say me nowe , wight yonge man , What is nowe thy name ? In what ...
... sherif of Notingham By the markes gan stande . The sherif swore a full greate othe : By hym that dyede on a tre , This man is the best arschere That ever I dyd see . ' Say me nowe , wight yonge man , What is nowe thy name ? In what ...
150. oldal
... sherif gate Litell 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 ...
... sherif gate Litell 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 ...
154. oldal
... sherif rode , and Litell Johnn Of fote he was full smerte , And whane they came before Robyn , ' Lo , here is the mayster - herte . ' Still stode the proude sherief , A sory man was he ; " Wo the worthe , Raynolde Grenelefe , Thou hast ...
... sherif rode , and Litell Johnn Of fote he was full smerte , And whane they came before Robyn , ' Lo , here is the mayster - herte . ' Still stode the proude sherief , A sory man was he ; " Wo the worthe , Raynolde Grenelefe , Thou hast ...
155. oldal
... sherif myght them see . All nyght lay the proude sherif In his breche and in his schert ; No wonder it was , in grene wode ; Though his sydes gan to smerte . ' Make glad chere , ' sayde Robyn Hode , Sheref , for charitë ; For this is ...
... sherif myght them see . All nyght lay the proude sherif In his breche and in his schert ; No wonder it was , in grene wode ; Though his sydes gan to smerte . ' Make glad chere , ' sayde Robyn Hode , Sheref , for charitë ; For this is ...
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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.