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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... unto the heavens should climb ; Alphonsus ' fame , that man of Jove his seed , Sprung from the loins of the immortal gods , Whose sire , although he habit on the earth , May claim a portion in the fiery pole , As well as any one whate ...
... unto the heavens should climb ; Alphonsus ' fame , that man of Jove his seed , Sprung from the loins of the immortal gods , Whose sire , although he habit on the earth , May claim a portion in the fiery pole , As well as any one whate ...
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... Unto your sister high Calliope . What , do you think if that the tree do bend , It follows therefore , that it needs must break ? And since her pipe a little while doth rest , It never shall be able for to sound ? Yes , Muses , yes , if ...
... Unto your sister high Calliope . What , do you think if that the tree do bend , It follows therefore , that it needs must break ? And since her pipe a little while doth rest , It never shall be able for to sound ? Yes , Muses , yes , if ...
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... 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 unfold the secrets of my heart To any man or woman , whosome'er ...
... 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 unfold the secrets of my heart To any man or woman , whosome'er ...
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... unto thy father's cell , With such a train as Julius Cæsar came To noble Rome , whenas he had atchiev'd The mighty monarch of the triple world . Meantime Carinus in this silly grove Will spend his days with prayers and orisons To mighty ...
... unto thy father's cell , With such a train as Julius Cæsar came To noble Rome , whenas he had atchiev'd The mighty monarch of the triple world . Meantime Carinus in this silly grove Will spend his days with prayers and orisons To mighty ...
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... unto your Grace : For had I known Alphonsus had been here , Ere that my tongue had spoke so traitorously , This hand should make my very soul to die . ALPHON . Rise up , my friend , thy pardon soon is But , prithee , tell me , what the ...
... unto your Grace : For had I known Alphonsus had been here , Ere that my tongue had spoke so traitorously , This hand should make my very soul to die . ALPHON . Rise up , my friend , thy pardon soon is But , prithee , tell me , what the ...
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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...