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Before him rideth two priests strong , And they bear two crosses right long ,
Gaping in every man's face , After him follow two laymen secular , And each of
them holding a pillar In their hands instead of a mace . Cardinal Wolsey . Then
followeth ...
Before him rideth two priests strong , And they bear two crosses right long ,
Gaping in every man's face , After him follow two laymen secular , And each of
them holding a pillar In their hands instead of a mace . Cardinal Wolsey . Then
followeth ...
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A FACE that hould content me wondrous well Should not be fair , but lovely to
behold ; Of lively look , all grief for to repel ; With right good grace , so would I that
it should Speak , without word , such words as none can tell . Her tress also
should ...
A FACE that hould content me wondrous well Should not be fair , but lovely to
behold ; Of lively look , all grief for to repel ; With right good grace , so would I that
it should Speak , without word , such words as none can tell . Her tress also
should ...
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From Tuscane came my lady's worthy race ; Fair Florence was , sometime , her
ancient seat ; The western ile , whose pleasant shore doth face Wild Camber's
cliffs , first gave her · lively heat . Foster'd she was with milk of Irish breast ; Her
sire ...
From Tuscane came my lady's worthy race ; Fair Florence was , sometime , her
ancient seat ; The western ile , whose pleasant shore doth face Wild Camber's
cliffs , first gave her · lively heat . Foster'd she was with milk of Irish breast ; Her
sire ...
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Love , that liveth and reigneth in my thought , That built his seat within my captive
breast , Clad in the arms wherein with me he fought , Oft in my face he doth his
banner rest . She that me taught to love , and suffer pain , My doubtful hope and ...
Love , that liveth and reigneth in my thought , That built his seat within my captive
breast , Clad in the arms wherein with me he fought , Oft in my face he doth his
banner rest . She that me taught to love , and suffer pain , My doubtful hope and ...
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... his right hand desirous to be slain , The boldest beurn , 2 and worthiest in the
field , And as a wight now weary of his life , And seeking death , in first front of his
rage Comes desperately to Alexander's face ; At him , with darts , one after other
...
... his right hand desirous to be slain , The boldest beurn , 2 and worthiest in the
field , And as a wight now weary of his life , And seeking death , in first front of his
rage Comes desperately to Alexander's face ; At him , with darts , one after other
...
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Page 220 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Page 352 - Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require.
Page 336 - Tell arts they have no soundness, But vary by esteeming ; Tell schools they want profoundness, And stand too much on seeming : If arts and schools reply, Give arts and schools the lie. Tell faith it's fled the city; Tell how the country erreth ; Tell manhood shakes off pity ; Tell virtue least preferreth : And if they do reply, Spare not to give the lie. So when thou hast, as I Commanded thee, done blabbing, — Although to give the lie Deserves no less than stabbing, — Stab at thee he that will,...
Page 342 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude.
Page 351 - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither; Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.
Page 364 - You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light, You common people of the skies; What are you when the moon shall rise...
Page 220 - A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten ; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw, and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps, and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be thy love.
Page 383 - Song Go, and catch a falling star, Get with child a mandrake root, Tell me, where all past years are, Or who cleft the Devil's foot, Teach me to hear mermaids singing, Or to keep off envy's stinging, And find What wind Serves to advance an honest mind.
Page 243 - At cards for kisses, Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows...
Page 384 - Things invisible to see, Ride ten thousand days and nights, Till age snow white hairs on thee, Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me All strange wonders that befell thee, And swear No where Lives a woman true, and fair. If thou find'st one, let me know, Such a pilgrimage were sweet; Yet do not, I would not go, Though at next door we might meet, Though she were true, when you met her, And last, till you write your letter, Yet she Will be False, ere I come, to two, or three.
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| Title | Specimens of the Early English Poets: To which is Prefixed, an Historical Sketch of the Rise and Progress of the English Poetry and Language, Volume 2 of Specimens of the Early English Poets: To which is Prefixed, an Historical Sketch of the Rise and Progress of the English Poetry and Language, George Ellis |
| Author | George Ellis |
| Edition | 4 |
| Publisher | Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1811 |
| Original from | the University of Michigan |
| Digitized | 21 Sep 2007 |
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