Alphonsus, king of Arragon. James the Fourth. George-a-Greene, the pinner of Wakefield. Specimen of the History of George-a-Greene. Ballad of the Jolly Pinder of Wakefield. PoemsW. Pickering, 1831 - 324 páginas |
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... Alexander Dyce. The Comicall Historie of Alphonsus , King of Aragon . As it hath bene sundrie times acted . Made by R. G. London Brinted ( sic ) by Thomas Creede . 1599. 4to . DRAMATIS PERSONEÆ . CARINUS , the rightful heir to the.
... Alexander Dyce. The Comicall Historie of Alphonsus , King of Aragon . As it hath bene sundrie times acted . Made by R. G. London Brinted ( sic ) by Thomas Creede . 1599. 4to . DRAMATIS PERSONEÆ . CARINUS , the rightful heir to the.
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... hath been when Homer's sugar'd muse Did make each echo to repeat his verse , That every coward that durst crack a spear , And tilt and tournay for his lady's sake , Was painted out in colours of such price As might become the proudest ...
... hath been when Homer's sugar'd muse Did make each echo to repeat his verse , That every coward that durst crack a spear , And tilt and tournay for his lady's sake , Was painted out in colours of such price As might become the proudest ...
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... hath heaped well in store , Which never wanteth clients at her door . But yet , my sisters , when the surgent seas Have ebb'd their fill , their waves do rise again , And fill their banks up to the very brims ; And when my pipe hath eas ...
... hath heaped well in store , Which never wanteth clients at her door . But yet , my sisters , when the surgent seas Have ebb'd their fill , their waves do rise again , And fill their banks up to the very brims ; And when my pipe hath eas ...
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... Hath old Carinus done thee any offence In reckoning up these stories unto thee ? What , ne'er a word but mum ? * Alphonsus , speak , Unless your father's fatal day you seek . ALPHON . Although , dear father , I have often vow'd Ne'er to ...
... Hath old Carinus done thee any offence In reckoning up these stories unto thee ? What , ne'er a word but mum ? * Alphonsus , speak , Unless your father's fatal day you seek . ALPHON . Although , dear father , I have often vow'd Ne'er to ...
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... hath caus'd his own annoy ! Why doth not Jove send from the glittering skies His thunderbolts to chastise this offence ? Why doth dame Terra cease with greedy jaws To swallow up Albinius presently ? What , shall I fly and hide my ...
... hath caus'd his own annoy ! Why doth not Jove send from the glittering skies His thunderbolts to chastise this offence ? Why doth dame Terra cease with greedy jaws To swallow up Albinius presently ? What , shall I fly and hide my ...
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ALBI Albinius ALPHON Alphonsus Amurack Arragon art thou ATEU Ateukin beauty bel ami Belinus Bettris Bohan Bonfield Carinus court crown Cuddy death delight Dorothea doth earl of Kendal Enter erst EUST Exeunt omnes Exit eyes Fabius face fair father Fausta favour fear fire George George-a-Greene give Grace grief GRIME hand hast hath heart heavens honour IPHI Iphigena Jaques Jove king KING OF SCOTS LADY Lælius lord madam Mahomet Mahound maid master MEDEA MELICERTUS men at arms mighty mind N'oserez NANO ne'er never noble nought Oberon Phillis Phoebus Pinner prince queen revenge Robin Robin Hood SCOTS shepherd shew sighs SIR BAR SIR CUTH Sirrah SLIP swain sweet sword tell thee thine thou art thou shalt thoughts traitorous unto Venus Wakefield wanton Whenas wilt words wound youth Вон
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Página 288 - Sweet are the thoughts that savour of content ; /The quiet mind is richer than a crown ; Sweet are the nights in careless slumber spent ; The poor estate scorns fortune's angry frown : Such sweet content, such minds, such sleep, such bliss, Beggars enjoy, when princes oft do miss. The homely house that harbours quiet rest ; The cottage that affords no pride nor care ; The mean that 'grees with country music best ; The sweet consort of mirth and music's fare ; Obscured life sets down a type of bliss...
Página 276 - Ah, what is love? It is a pretty thing, As sweet unto a shepherd as a king — And sweeter too, For kings have cares that wait upon a crown, And cares can make the sweetest love to frown.
Página 219 - s grief enough for thee. Streaming tears that never stint, Like pearl-drops from a flint, Fell by course from his eyes, That one another's place supplies ; Thus he griev'd in every part, Tears of blood fell from his heart, When he left his pretty boy, Father's sorrow, father's joy. Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee ; When thou art old there 's grief enough for thee.
Página 291 - T' outlength my life, whom friends have left forlorn ; How well are they that die ere they be born, And never see thy sleights, which few men shun Till unawares they helpless are undone ! Oft have I sung of Love and of his fire ; But now I find that poet was advised...
Página 134 - Why, prince, it is no murder i$ a king To end another's life to save his own : For you are not as common people be, Who die and perish with a few men's tears ; But if you fail, the state doth whole default, The realm is rent in twain in such a loss.
Página 277 - For kings bethink then what the state require, Where shepherds careless carol by the fire : Ah then, ah then, If country loves such sweet desires do gain, What lady would not love a shepherd swain...
Página 318 - I op'd the door, and granted his desire, I rose myself, and made the wag a fire. Looking more narrow by the fire's flame, I spied his quiver hanging by his back : Doubting the boy might my misfortune frame, I would have gone for fear of further...
Página 277 - ... For cares cause kings full oft their sleep to spill, Where weary shepherds lie and snort their fill. Ah then, ah then, If country loves such sweet desires do gain, What lady would not love a shepherd swain?
Página 221 - LIKE to Diana in her summer weed, Girt with a crimson robe of brightest dye, Goes fair Samela ; Whiter than be the flocks that straggling feed, When washed by Arethusa faint they lie, Is fair Samela...
Página 80 - And seemeth best, where pomp her pride refines. IDA. If beauty, as I know there's none in me, Were sworn my love, and I his life should be, The farther from the court I were remov'd, The more I think of heaven I were belov'd. K. OF SCOTS. And why ? - IDA. Because the'court is counted Venus...