Early English Poetry, Ballads, and Popular Literature of the Middle Ages: Ancient poetical tracts of the sixteenth centuryPercy Society, 1842 |
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... light . Wonder not when day is ended , Though our glimmering be extended . If I borrow from the Sunne , And restore not , day once done , May this starre that's so impaled , Like a meteor be exhaled ; That with his prodigious breath ...
... light . Wonder not when day is ended , Though our glimmering be extended . If I borrow from the Sunne , And restore not , day once done , May this starre that's so impaled , Like a meteor be exhaled ; That with his prodigious breath ...
Side 73
... light , And therefore vse their noe but as a slight : Yet yf she loue , preuenting nay at thrice , For feare shee loose her pray , cryes yea at twice . Egiptus sonne whom Danaa takes to wyfe , Feeles ere he sees his throate to kisse the ...
... light , And therefore vse their noe but as a slight : Yet yf she loue , preuenting nay at thrice , For feare shee loose her pray , cryes yea at twice . Egiptus sonne whom Danaa takes to wyfe , Feeles ere he sees his throate to kisse the ...
Side 75
... light , Whose presence makes the day , and absence night : Performe the reuolution of swift time , According to these faire demaundes of mine . Poynt at that time , that wished time , and say , Loe ! this of many a selected day Wherein ...
... light , Whose presence makes the day , and absence night : Performe the reuolution of swift time , According to these faire demaundes of mine . Poynt at that time , that wished time , and say , Loe ! this of many a selected day Wherein ...
Side 26
... light on me . " It so fell out on All - Soules day , By law his life was tane away : He had his wish though not his will , For treason's end is alwaies ill . In London having pleaded claime , And Richard thereby won 26 THE CROWNE - GARLAND.
... light on me . " It so fell out on All - Soules day , By law his life was tane away : He had his wish though not his will , For treason's end is alwaies ill . In London having pleaded claime , And Richard thereby won 26 THE CROWNE - GARLAND.
Side 62
... light by , My mind was to severe ; At length there came an aged man , Of money store had he , Who with his bags and golden baits , Hath bred my misery . My mother yeelded her consent , And causd me doe the same , Which maketh me thus to ...
... light by , My mind was to severe ; At length there came an aged man , Of money store had he , Who with his bags and golden baits , Hath bred my misery . My mother yeelded her consent , And causd me doe the same , Which maketh me thus to ...
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Side 27 - Character of a Happy Life HOW happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill ! Whose passions not his masters are; Whose soul is still prepared for death, Untied unto the world by care Of public fame or private breath; Who envies none that chance doth raise...
Side 29 - Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend — This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise or fear to fall: Lord of himself, though not of lands, And, having nothing, yet hath all.
Side 33 - You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own ; What are you when the rose is blown ? So, when my mistress shall be seen In form and beauty of her mind, By virtue first, then choice, a Queen, Tell me, if she were not design'd Th...
Side 35 - While others sing his praise, let me engrave These bleeding numbers to adorn the place. Here will I paint the characters of woe; Here will I pay my tribute to the dead ; And here my faithful tears in showers shall flow To humanize the flints ou which I tread.
Side 5 - To fare so freely with so little cost, Than stake his twelvepence to a meaner host. Hadst thou not told me, I should surely say He...
Side 43 - I wish a cheerful spirit, and a thankful heart to value it, as one of the greatest blessings of our good God, in whose dear love I leave you, remaining, Your poor friend to serve you, H. WOTTON.
Side 6 - Though he perhaps ne'er pass'd the English shore, Yet fain would counted be a conqueror. His hair, French-like, stares on his frighted head, One lock amazon-like dishevelled, As if he meant to wear a native cord, If chance his fates should him that bane afford. All British bare upon the bristled skin, Close notched is his beard both lip and chin ; His linen collar labyrinthian set, Whose thousand double turnings never met : His sleeves...
Side 44 - ... thou great Power, in whom I move, For whom I live, to whom I die, Behold me through thy beams of love, Whilst on this couch of tears I lie ; And cleanse my sordid soul within, By thy Christ's blood, the bath of sin. No...
Side 39 - Fresh juice did stir th' embracing vines ; And birds had drawn their valentines. The jealous trout, that low did lie, Rose at a well-dissembled fly ; There stood my Friend, with patient skill, Attending of his trembling quill.
Side 25 - Sweet Benjamin, since thou art young. And hast not yet the use of tongue, Make it thy slave, while thou art free, Imprison it, lest it do thee.