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... grow the rashes .. 311 London , 1802 .. 344 Address to the Deil .. 311 Composed upon Westminster Bridge Lines to John Lapraik . 312 Sept. 3 , 1802 .... 344 The Holy Fair .. 313 On the Sea - Shore Near Calais .. 344 To a Mouse .. 315 On ...
... grow the rashes .. 311 London , 1802 .. 344 Address to the Deil .. 311 Composed upon Westminster Bridge Lines to John Lapraik . 312 Sept. 3 , 1802 .... 344 The Holy Fair .. 313 On the Sea - Shore Near Calais .. 344 To a Mouse .. 315 On ...
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... grow 13 14 did depart way 18 beloved 24 garment 27 courteous 28 inform 29 promise 25 face 26 described thy beauties of nature LXIV " My maskelez Lambe that al may bete , " " Quod scho , " " my dere destyne Me ches to hys make , ' al ...
... grow 13 14 did depart way 18 beloved 24 garment 27 courteous 28 inform 29 promise 25 face 26 described thy beauties of nature LXIV " My maskelez Lambe that al may bete , " " Quod scho , " " my dere destyne Me ches to hys make , ' al ...
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... grow ; yet had I lever than That I had too the grenewod goo , alone , a ban- ysshyd man . " " I thinke not nay , but as ye saye , it is noo maydens lore ; But love may make me for your sake , as ye have said before , To com on fote , to ...
... grow ; yet had I lever than That I had too the grenewod goo , alone , a ban- ysshyd man . " " I thinke not nay , but as ye saye , it is noo maydens lore ; But love may make me for your sake , as ye have said before , To com on fote , to ...
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... grow . But as for me , though that by chance indeed Change hath outworn the favour that I had , I will not wail , lament , nor yet be sad , Nor call her false that falsely did me feed ; But let it pass , and think it is of kind 3 That ...
... grow . But as for me , though that by chance indeed Change hath outworn the favour that I had , I will not wail , lament , nor yet be sad , Nor call her false that falsely did me feed ; But let it pass , and think it is of kind 3 That ...
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... grow , Vice to condemn , in virtue to rejoice ; Amid great storms , whom grace assured so To live upright and smile at fortune's choice . A hand that taught what might be said in rhyme ; That reft Chaucer the glory of his wit : IO 20 A ...
... grow , Vice to condemn , in virtue to rejoice ; Amid great storms , whom grace assured so To live upright and smile at fortune's choice . A hand that taught what might be said in rhyme ; That reft Chaucer the glory of his wit : IO 20 A ...
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Page 326 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
Page 364 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips - 'The foe! they come! they come!' And wild and high the 'Cameron's gathering
Page 367 - Thy waters washed them power while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play; Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow; Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Page 367 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
Page 451 - ... rim. Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster let fall, Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all, Stood up in the stirrup, leaned, patted his ear, Called my Roland his pet-name, my horse without peer ; 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...
Page 364 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Page 336 - And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing A mighty fountain momently was forced: Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail: And "mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river.
Page 326 - EARTH has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty : This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning ; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill ; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep ! The river glideth at his own sweet...
Page 271 - Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought, His work of glory done. It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak, She ran upon no rock. His sword was in its sheath, His fingers held the pen, When Kempenfelt went down With twice four hundred men.
Page 329 - River where ford there was none: But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.