Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places, and People, Том 1Richard Bentley, 1857 |
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... fair and free ; The ladye was so pleased thereatt , She laughed loud laughters three . " Now sell me thy harpe , " said the Kyng of Spayn , " Thy harpe and stryngs eche one , And as many gold nobles thou shalt have , As there be stryngs ...
... fair and free ; The ladye was so pleased thereatt , She laughed loud laughters three . " Now sell me thy harpe , " said the Kyng of Spayn , " Thy harpe and stryngs eche one , And as many gold nobles thou shalt have , As there be stryngs ...
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... fair ladye To wed with me than thee . " He played agayne both loud and shrille , And Adler he did syng ; " O ladye , this is thy owne true love , No harper , but a kyng . " O ladye , this is thy owne true love , As playnlye thou mayst ...
... fair ladye To wed with me than thee . " He played agayne both loud and shrille , And Adler he did syng ; " O ladye , this is thy owne true love , No harper , but a kyng . " O ladye , this is thy owne true love , As playnlye thou mayst ...
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... left a poem like this , altogether untinged by party politics , for the pride and admiration of all who share a common language , whether Celt or Saxon . MAIRE BHAN ASTOIR 66 FAIR MARY MY TREASURE . " 22 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
... left a poem like this , altogether untinged by party politics , for the pride and admiration of all who share a common language , whether Celt or Saxon . MAIRE BHAN ASTOIR 66 FAIR MARY MY TREASURE . " 22 RECOLLECTIONS OF.
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... Fair is Maire bhan astoir , Sweet as ripple on the shore Sings my Maire bhan astoir . Oh ! her sire is very proud , And her mother cold as stone ; But her brother bravely vowed She should be my bride alone ; For he knew I loved her well ...
... Fair is Maire bhan astoir , Sweet as ripple on the shore Sings my Maire bhan astoir . Oh ! her sire is very proud , And her mother cold as stone ; But her brother bravely vowed She should be my bride alone ; For he knew I loved her well ...
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... fair countess , dressed rather than disguised , as a page , held the horse of her victorious paramour . We loved to gaze on that princely mansion , repeating to each other the marvellous lines in which our two matchless satirists have ...
... fair countess , dressed rather than disguised , as a page , held the horse of her victorious paramour . We loved to gaze on that princely mansion , repeating to each other the marvellous lines in which our two matchless satirists have ...
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Стр. 325 - UNDERNEATH this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse, SIDNEY'S sister, PEMBROKE'S mother ; Death ! ere thou hast slain another, Learn'd and fair, and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee.
Стр. 319 - Queen and Huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep> Seated in thy silver chair State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart And thy crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever: Thou that mak'st...
Стр. 86 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
Стр. 262 - Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle...
Стр. 237 - for Aix is in sight ! " "How they'll greet us!" — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone ; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Стр. 311 - It is accomplished. The deed is done. He retreats, retraces his steps to the window, passes out through it as he came in, and escapes. He has done the murder; no eye has seen him, no ear has heard him. The secret is his own, and it is safe! Ah!
Стр. 80 - Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint old town of toil and traffic, quaint old town of art and song, Memories haunt thy pointed gables like the rooks that round them throng : Memories of the Middle Ages, when the emperors, rough and bold, Had their dwelling in thy castle, time-defying, centuries old ; And thy brave and thrifty burghers boasted, in their uncouth rhyme, That their great imperial city stretched its hand...
Стр. 262 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
Стр. 192 - We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring! As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the Summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew Ne'er to be found again.
Стр. 234 - Will't please you sit and look at her? I said "Fra Pandolf" by design, for never read Strangers like you that pictured countenance, The depth and passion of its earnest glance, But to myself they turned (since none puts by The curtain I have...