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... life was there . And first he's kissd her cherry cheek , And neist he's kissed her chin ; And saftly pressed her rosey lips , But there was nae breath within . 10 Death . " O wae betide my cruel mother , And an 69 TRADITIONAL BALLADS 68.
... life was there . And first he's kissd her cherry cheek , And neist he's kissed her chin ; And saftly pressed her rosey lips , But there was nae breath within . 10 Death . " O wae betide my cruel mother , And an 69 TRADITIONAL BALLADS 68.
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... breath , Till we placed the ladders against the wa ; And sae ready was Buccleuch himsell To mount the first before us a ' . He has taen the watchman by the throat , He flung him down upon the lead : " Had there not been peace between ...
... breath , Till we placed the ladders against the wa ; And sae ready was Buccleuch himsell To mount the first before us a ' . He has taen the watchman by the throat , He flung him down upon the lead : " Had there not been peace between ...
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... 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 would'st , when all have given him over , From death to life thou might'st him ...
... 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 would'st , when all have given him over , From death to life thou might'st him ...
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... breath to life might move me . Diaphenia like to all things blessed , When all thy praises are expresséd , Dear joy ... breathing Zephyrus did softly play- A gentle spirit , that lightly did delay Hot Titan's beams , which then did ...
... breath to life might move me . Diaphenia like to all things blessed , When all thy praises are expresséd , Dear joy ... breathing Zephyrus did softly play- A gentle spirit , that lightly did delay Hot Titan's beams , which then did ...
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... breath ! - Each hour more innocent and pure , Till you shall wither into death . ( 1 ) HC XL 84 Then that which living gave you room , Your WILLIAM HABINGTON 257 LIKE AS THE CULVER, ON THE BARED BOUGH WILLIAM HABINGTON TO ROSES IN THE ...
... breath ! - Each hour more innocent and pure , Till you shall wither into death . ( 1 ) HC XL 84 Then that which living gave you room , Your WILLIAM HABINGTON 257 LIKE AS THE CULVER, ON THE BARED BOUGH WILLIAM HABINGTON TO ROSES IN THE ...
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English Poetry..: With Introduction, Notes and Illustrations, Volum 40 Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1910 |
English Poetry: With Introductions, Notes and Illustrations, Volum 40 Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1910 |
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Populære avsnitt
Side 362 - Going to the Wars TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True; a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such, As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Side 265 - O, mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear ; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low : Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers' meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Side 457 - 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.
Side 408 - The unwearied sun from day to day Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land The work of an almighty hand. Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes Up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth ; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Side 265 - 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...
Side 455 - Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing lingering look behind? On some fond breast the parting soul relies, Some pious drops the closing eye requires; E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th...
Side 208 - Even such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust ; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days ; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust ! ELIZABETHAN MISCELLANIES.
Side 345 - We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain ; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Side 456 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree ; Another came ; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he ; The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Side 304 - 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...