The Works of the British Poets: With Lives of the Authors, 第 29 卷Ezekiel Sanford, Robert Walsh Mitchell, Ames, and White, 1822 |
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... bloude wylle wythe thie wa- terres flowe , And Rudborne streeme be Rudborne streeme in- deede ! Haste , gentle Juga , tryppe ytte oere the meade , To knowe , or wheder we must waile agayne , Or wythe oure fallen knyghtes be menged onne ...
... bloude wylle wythe thie wa- terres flowe , And Rudborne streeme be Rudborne streeme in- deede ! Haste , gentle Juga , tryppe ytte oere the meade , To knowe , or wheder we must waile agayne , Or wythe oure fallen knyghtes be menged onne ...
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... bloude wylle flowe . ' Saie , were ye tyr'd of godlie peace , And godlie Henrie's reigne , Thatt you dydd choppe your easie daies Forr those of bloude and peyne ? ' Whatte tho ' I onne a sledde bee drawne , And mangled by a hynde , I ...
... bloude wylle flowe . ' Saie , were ye tyr'd of godlie peace , And godlie Henrie's reigne , Thatt you dydd choppe your easie daies Forr those of bloude and peyne ? ' Whatte tho ' I onne a sledde bee drawne , And mangled by a hynde , I ...
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... bloude , Thou wearest nowe a crowne ; And hast appoynted mee to dye , By power nott thyne owne . ' Thou thynkest I shall die to - dai ; I have been dede ' till nowe , And soon shall lyve to wear a crowne For aie uponne my browe ...
... bloude , Thou wearest nowe a crowne ; And hast appoynted mee to dye , By power nott thyne owne . ' Thou thynkest I shall die to - dai ; I have been dede ' till nowe , And soon shall lyve to wear a crowne For aie uponne my browe ...
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... bloude to spylle . Syrr Charles dydd uppe the scaffolde goe , As uppe a gilded carre Of victorye , bye val'rous chiefs Gayn'd ynne the bloudie warre : And to the people hee dydd sai , ' Beholde you see mee dye , For servynge loyally mye ...
... bloude to spylle . Syrr Charles dydd uppe the scaffolde goe , As uppe a gilded carre Of victorye , bye val'rous chiefs Gayn'd ynne the bloudie warre : And to the people hee dydd sai , ' Beholde you see mee dye , For servynge loyally mye ...
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... bloude beganne to flowe , And rounde the scaffolde twyne ; And tears , enowe to wosh ' t awaie , Dydd flowe fromme each mann's eyne . The bloudie axe hys bodie fayre Ynnto foure parties cutte ; And ev'rye parte , and eke hys hedde ...
... bloude beganne to flowe , And rounde the scaffolde twyne ; And tears , enowe to wosh ' t awaie , Dydd flowe fromme each mann's eyne . The bloudie axe hys bodie fayre Ynnto foure parties cutte ; And ev'rye parte , and eke hys hedde ...
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第45页 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
第23页 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
第45页 - 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. Some village Hampden, that with dauntless breast The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood.
第45页 - Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude Forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed.
第16页 - Where each old poetic mountain Inspiration breathed around ; Every shade and hallow'd fountain Murmur'd deep a solemn sound : Till the sad Nine, in Greece's evil hour Left their Parnassus for the Latian plains.
第47页 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech, That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. " Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn, Muttering his wayward fancies he would rove ; Now drooping, woeful-wan, like one forlorn, Or craz'd with care, or cross'd in hopeless love.
第14页 - That every labouring sinew strains, Those in the deeper vitals rage : Lo, Poverty, to fill the band, That numbs the soul with icy hand And slow-consuming Age. To each his sufferings : all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan ; The tender for another's pain, Th
第48页 - He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bosom of his father and his God.
第45页 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands, that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre.
第15页 - And from her own she learn'd to melt at others' woe. Scared at thy frown terrific, fly Self-pleasing Folly's idle brood, Wild Laughter, Noise, and thoughtless Joy, And leave us leisure to be good. Light they disperse, and with them go The summer Friend, the flattering Foe ; By vain Prosperity received To her they vow their truth, and are again believed.