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... sail this schip of mine ? ' Up and spak an eldern knicht , Sat at the king's richt kne : ' Sir Patrick Spence is the best sailor , That sails upon the se . ' The king has written a braid letter , And signed it wi his hand , And sent it ...
... sail this schip of mine ? ' Up and spak an eldern knicht , Sat at the king's richt kne : ' Sir Patrick Spence is the best sailor , That sails upon the se . ' The king has written a braid letter , And signed it wi his hand , And sent it ...
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... sail upon the se ! ' Mak hast , mak haste , my mirry men all , Our guid schip sails the morne : ' ' O say na sae , my master deir , For I feir a deadlie storme . ' Late late yestreen I saw the new moone , Wi the auld moone in hir arme ...
... sail upon the se ! ' Mak hast , mak haste , my mirry men all , Our guid schip sails the morne : ' ' O say na sae , my master deir , For I feir a deadlie storme . ' Late late yestreen I saw the new moone , Wi the auld moone in hir arme ...
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... sails advance , And now to prove our chance Longer not tarry , But put unto the main , At Caux , the mouth of Seine , With all his warlike train , Landed King Harry . And taking many a fort , Furnished in warlike sort , Coming toward ...
... sails advance , And now to prove our chance Longer not tarry , But put unto the main , At Caux , the mouth of Seine , With all his warlike train , Landed King Harry . And taking many a fort , Furnished in warlike sort , Coming toward ...
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... sail , The lute still trembling underneath thy nail . At thy well - sharpened thumb , from shore to shore , The trebles squeak for fear , the basses roar ; About thy boat the little fishes throng , As at the morning toast that floats ...
... sail , The lute still trembling underneath thy nail . At thy well - sharpened thumb , from shore to shore , The trebles squeak for fear , the basses roar ; About thy boat the little fishes throng , As at the morning toast that floats ...
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... woe sat heavy on his breast . He summons strait his denizens of air ; The lucid squadrons round the sails repair : Soft o'er the shrouds aërial whispers breathe , That seemed but zephyrs to the train beneath . Some 166 DRYDEN TO THOMSON.
... woe sat heavy on his breast . He summons strait his denizens of air ; The lucid squadrons round the sails repair : Soft o'er the shrouds aërial whispers breathe , That seemed but zephyrs to the train beneath . Some 166 DRYDEN TO THOMSON.
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Allan-a-Dale ancient Archimago beneath Binnorie bird bonny mill-dams breast breath bright clouds Cutty-sark dæmons dead dear death deep delight dost doth dream earth Elfin Knight eyes fair fate fear flowers frae friends glory grace green grief hair hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hollow earth King King Arthur Kirconnell ladies land land of mist leaves light live look Lord Lycidas Mammon Michael Drayton mind Moon morn mortal ne'er never night nymph o'er pain Patrick Spence pleasure praise pride quoth rose round sails shade shining ship sigh sight silent sing Sir Bedivere sleep smile song SONNET sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood storm sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought thro toil TWA SISTERS twas unto voice wave weary weene wind wings youth
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Page 80 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Page 320 - Upon the growing Boy, But He beholds the light, and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy; The Youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's Priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
Page 397 - We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven ; that which we are, we are ; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Page 358 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Page 296 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock. The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye. — That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures. Not for this Faint I, nor mourn nor murmur; other gifts Have followed; for such loss, I would believe, Abundant recompense....
Page 418 - SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me ! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark ; For tho...
Page 131 - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves, Where, other groves and other streams along. With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Page 322 - The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Page 221 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by. "Hard by yon wood, now smiling as in scorn...
Page 82 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of...