Warwickshire PoetsCharles Henry Poole Ling, 1914 - 358 pages |
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... birds he feels that " The bough Is bending with immortals now , And gods go large in Warwickshire ! " Laurence Hart , who was born in Staffordshire but lived much in Warwickshire , shows a poetic spirit of lasting affection when he ...
... birds he feels that " The bough Is bending with immortals now , And gods go large in Warwickshire ! " Laurence Hart , who was born in Staffordshire but lived much in Warwickshire , shows a poetic spirit of lasting affection when he ...
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... Bird Poems , followed the Horatian dictum , " Not to swear allegiance to any master , " without being magisterial . The poets I have assigned to the counties of their birth , and in the case of some members of the peerage to the county ...
... Bird Poems , followed the Horatian dictum , " Not to swear allegiance to any master , " without being magisterial . The poets I have assigned to the counties of their birth , and in the case of some members of the peerage to the county ...
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... birds do sing , hey ding a ding , ding : Sweet lovers love the spring . Between the acres of the rye , With a hey , and a ho , and a hey nonino , These pretty country folks would lie , In spring time , etc. This carol they began that ...
... birds do sing , hey ding a ding , ding : Sweet lovers love the spring . Between the acres of the rye , With a hey , and a ho , and a hey nonino , These pretty country folks would lie , In spring time , etc. This carol they began that ...
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... birds sit brooding in the snow , And Marian's nose looks red and raw , When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl , Then nightly sings the staring owl , Tu - whit ; Tu - who , a merry note , While greasy Joan doth keel the pot . THE BLESSINGS ...
... birds sit brooding in the snow , And Marian's nose looks red and raw , When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl , Then nightly sings the staring owl , Tu - whit ; Tu - who , a merry note , While greasy Joan doth keel the pot . THE BLESSINGS ...
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... birds and sports , as the poet saw them in his beloved county , and more especially in the Forest of Arden - that forest immortalised by Shakespeare . It is striking to notice the scope of Drayton's powers as exemplified by the contrast ...
... birds and sports , as the poet saw them in his beloved county , and more especially in the Forest of Arden - that forest immortalised by Shakespeare . It is striking to notice the scope of Drayton's powers as exemplified by the contrast ...
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Page 3 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him When he comes back; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms...
Page 53 - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Page 32 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle. I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent ; That day he overcame the Nervii. — Look ! in this place, ran Cassius...
Page 57 - When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day.
Page 29 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy ; Which is as thin of substance as the air ; And more inconstant than the wind...
Page 50 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding: Sweet lovers love the spring.
Page 54 - Everything that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art : Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or, hearing, die.
Page 39 - Come on, sir; here's the place: — stand still. — How fearful And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
Page 58 - Philomel with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby. Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby. Never harm Nor spell nor charm Come our lovely lady nigh. So good night, with lullaby.
Page 11 - This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall, Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands, This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England; This nurse, this teeming womb of royal...