The poets of Great Britain complete from Chaucer to Churchill, Volume 221807 |
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... thou tell thy dame thou art affear'd ? " Hast thou no manly heart : and hast a beard ? " If aught from fearful dreams may be divin'd , They signify a cock of dunghill kind . 46 66 “ All dreams , as in old Galen I have read , 140 ...
... thou tell thy dame thou art affear'd ? " Hast thou no manly heart : and hast a beard ? " If aught from fearful dreams may be divin'd , They signify a cock of dunghill kind . 46 66 “ All dreams , as in old Galen I have read , 140 ...
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... thou art constant to thy own true knight , While thou art mine , and I am thy delight , All sorrows at thy presence take their flight . 422 For true it is , as in principio , THE COCK AND THE FOX . 19.
... thou art constant to thy own true knight , While thou art mine , and I am thy delight , All sorrows at thy presence take their flight . 422 For true it is , as in principio , THE COCK AND THE FOX . 19.
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... thou my heart , 700 To sing this heavy dirge with equal art ! That I like thee on Friday might complain ; For on that day was Cœur de Lion slain . Not louder cries , when Ilium was in flames , Were sent to heav'n by woful Trojan dames ...
... thou my heart , 700 To sing this heavy dirge with equal art ! That I like thee on Friday might complain ; For on that day was Cœur de Lion slain . Not louder cries , when Ilium was in flames , Were sent to heav'n by woful Trojan dames ...
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... thou art , by promise , during life ; 325 " And I , thy loving and obedient wife . " My love ! nay rather my damnation thou ; ' - Said he , nor am I bound to keep my vow ; The fiend thy sire hath sent thee from below , Else how could'st ...
... thou art , by promise , during life ; 325 " And I , thy loving and obedient wife . " My love ! nay rather my damnation thou ; ' - Said he , nor am I bound to keep my vow ; The fiend thy sire hath sent thee from below , Else how could'st ...
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... Thou art descended from so mean a race , ' That never knight was match'd mith such dis- grace . • What wonder , Madam , if I move my side , 370 ' When , if I turn , I turn to such a bride ? ' " And is this all that troubles you so sore ...
... Thou art descended from so mean a race , ' That never knight was match'd mith such dis- grace . • What wonder , Madam , if I move my side , 370 ' When , if I turn , I turn to such a bride ? ' " And is this all that troubles you so sore ...
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Page 121 - Behold the fruit of ill-rewarded pain .. As many months as I sustain'd her hate, So many years is she condemned by Fate To daily death ; and every several place, Conscious of her disdain and my disgrace, Must witness her just punishment ; and be A scene of triumph and revenge to me ! As in this grove I took my last...
Page 24 - Add, that the rich have still a gibe in store, And will be monstrous witty on the poor; For the torn surtout and the tatter'd vest, The wretch and all his wardrobe are a jest; The greasy gown sully'd with often turning, Gives a good hint to say the man's in mourning; Or if the shoe be ript, or patch is put, He's wounded ! see the plaster on his foot.
Page 8 - But oh! what joy it was to hear him sing In summer, when the day began to spring, Stretching his neck, and warbling in his throat; Solus cum sola then was all his note.
Page 157 - Still various, and unconstant still, But with an inclination to be ill, Promotes, degrades, delights in strife, And makes a lottery of life. I can enjoy her while she's kind ; But when she dances in the wind, And shakes...
Page 144 - Stout once a month they march, a blustering band, And ever, but in times of need, at hand ; This was the morn when, issuing on the guard, Drawn up in rank and file they stood prepared Of seeming arms to make a short essay, Then hasten to be drunk, the business of the day.
Page 11 - pothecary near, I dare for once prescribe for your disease, And save long bills, and a damn'd doctor's fees.
Page 79 - For, letting down the golden chain from high, He drew his audience upward to the sky...
Page 157 - What is't to me, Who never sail in her unfaithful sea, If storms arise and clouds grow black, If the mast split, and threaten wreck ? Then let the greedy merchant fear For his ill-gotten gain ; And pray to gods that will not hear, While the debating winds and billows bear J His wealth into the main.
Page 74 - Want is a bitter and a hateful good, Because its virtues are not understood : Yet many things, impossible to thought, Have been by need to full perfection brought : The daring of the soul proceeds from thence...
Page 64 - Look round the habitable world, how few Know their own good, or knowing it pursue.