Warwickshire PoetsCharles Henry Poole Ling, 1914 - 358 pages |
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... green sour ringlets make , Whereof the ewe not bites , and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms , that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew ; by whose aid , Weak masters though ye be , I have bedimm'd The noontide sun , call'd ...
... green sour ringlets make , Whereof the ewe not bites , and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms , that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew ; by whose aid , Weak masters though ye be , I have bedimm'd The noontide sun , call'd ...
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... green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument , Smiling at grief . Was not this love indeed ? We men may say more , swear more : but indeed Our shows are more than will ; for still we prove Much in our vows , but ...
... green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument , Smiling at grief . Was not this love indeed ? We men may say more , swear more : but indeed Our shows are more than will ; for still we prove Much in our vows , but ...
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... 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 . Between the acres of the rye , With a hey , and a ho , and a hey nonino , These ...
... 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 . Between the acres of the rye , With a hey , and a ho , and a hey nonino , These ...
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... green willow . Her hand on her bosom , her head on her knee , Sing willow , willow , willow . The fresh streams ran by her , and murmur'd her moans ; Sing willow , willow , willow . Her salt tears fell from her , and soften'd the stones ...
... green willow . Her hand on her bosom , her head on her knee , Sing willow , willow , willow . The fresh streams ran by her , and murmur'd her moans ; Sing willow , willow , willow . Her salt tears fell from her , and soften'd the stones ...
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... green country fields , Poured on them ( as on broken hearts and shields ) The rich humanities . He took our loves and laughters and the spoils Of ages , daring deeds and golden guile , To mould a perfect life of tears and toils ; And ...
... green country fields , Poured on them ( as on broken hearts and shields ) The rich humanities . He took our loves and laughters and the spoils Of ages , daring deeds and golden guile , To mould a perfect life of tears and toils ; And ...
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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...