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... played thereon so sweete , Upstarte the ladye from the kyng , As he sate att the meate . " Now staye thy harpe , thou proud harpér , Now staye thy harpe I saye ; For an thou playest as thou beginnest , Thou'lt till my bride awaye . ” He ...
... played thereon so sweete , Upstarte the ladye from the kyng , As he sate att the meate . " Now staye thy harpe , thou proud harpér , Now staye thy harpe I saye ; For an thou playest as thou beginnest , Thou'lt till my bride awaye . ” He ...
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... played agayne both loud and shrille , And Adler he did syng ; " O ladye , this is thy owne true love , No harper , but a kyng . " O ladye , this is thy owne true love , As playnlye thou mayst see ; And I'll rid thee of that foul paynim ...
... played agayne both loud and shrille , And Adler he did syng ; " O ladye , this is thy owne true love , No harper , but a kyng . " O ladye , this is thy owne true love , As playnlye thou mayst see ; And I'll rid thee of that foul paynim ...
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... played on barrel - organs through our streets , suggesting the words and the sentiments as soon as the first notes of the melody make themselves heard under the window . VOL . 1 . C II . IRISH AUTHORS . THOMAS DAVIS - JOHN BANIM A ...
... played on barrel - organs through our streets , suggesting the words and the sentiments as soon as the first notes of the melody make themselves heard under the window . VOL . 1 . C II . IRISH AUTHORS . THOMAS DAVIS - JOHN BANIM A ...
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... play ; The gossips leave the little inn ; the households kneel to pray ; And full of love and peace and rest , its daily labour o'er Upon that cosy creek there lay the town of Baltimore . A deeper rest , a starry trance , has come with ...
... play ; The gossips leave the little inn ; the households kneel to pray ; And full of love and peace and rest , its daily labour o'er Upon that cosy creek there lay the town of Baltimore . A deeper rest , a starry trance , has come with ...
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... played . Beaconsfield , however , and even the cherished retirement of Burke , was by no means the goal of our pilgrimage . The true shrine was to be found four miles farther , in the small cottage at Chalfont St. Giles , where Milton ...
... played . Beaconsfield , however , and even the cherished retirement of Burke , was by no means the goal of our pilgrimage . The true shrine was to be found four miles farther , in the small cottage at Chalfont St. Giles , where Milton ...
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Page 319 - UNDERNEATH this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse, SIDNEY'S sister, PEMBROKE'S mother ; Death ! ere thou hast slain another, Learn'd and fair, and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee.
Page 235 - 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 throat our last measure of wine, Which (the burgesses voted by common consent) Was no more than his due who brought good news from Ghent.
Page 84 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
Page 317 - 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. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be; But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself but thee!
Page 257 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
Page 180 - Having carried on my work thus far with so little obligation to any favourer of learning, I shall not be disappointed though I should conclude it, if less be possible, with less ; for I have been long wakened from that dream of hope, in which I once boasted myself with so much exultation. My Lord, your lordship's most humble, most obedient servant,
Page 85 - Not as a child shall we again behold her ; For when with raptures wild In our embraces we again enfold her, She will not be a child ; But a fair maiden, in her Father's mansion, Clothed with celestial grace ; • And beautiful with all the soul's expansion Shall we behold her face.
Page 234 - I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; "Good speed!" cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew; "Speed!
Page 122 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly -were forsworn ; And those eyes, the break of day. Lights that do mislead the morn.
Page 193 - By a daisy, whose leaves spread Shut when Titan goes to bed; Or a shady bush or tree, She could more infuse in me Than all nature's beauties can In some other wiser man.