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... leavës grene a noisë soft , Accordant to the foulës song on loft.5 The aire of that place so attempre was , That never was ther grevance of hot ne cold : There was eke every holsome spice and gras , Ne no man may there waxë sicke ne old ...
... leavës grene a noisë soft , Accordant to the foulës song on loft.5 The aire of that place so attempre was , That never was ther grevance of hot ne cold : There was eke every holsome spice and gras , Ne no man may there waxë sicke ne old ...
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... leave at Nature , with an orient blast , And lusty May , that mother is of flowers , Had made the birdēs to begin their hours5 Among the tender odours red and white , Whose harmony it was to her delight ; In bed at morrow sleeping as I ...
... leave at Nature , with an orient blast , And lusty May , that mother is of flowers , Had made the birdēs to begin their hours5 Among the tender odours red and white , Whose harmony it was to her delight ; In bed at morrow sleeping as I ...
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... leaves green . ' GAWAIN DOUGLAS ( OUTLINE HISTORY , § 16 ) SONG IN PRAISE OF SPRING ( From Prologue to Eneid , Book XII . ) WELCOME , the Lord of Light and Lamp of Day ; Welcome , fost'rer of tender herbes green ; Welcome , quickener of ...
... leaves green . ' GAWAIN DOUGLAS ( OUTLINE HISTORY , § 16 ) SONG IN PRAISE OF SPRING ( From Prologue to Eneid , Book XII . ) WELCOME , the Lord of Light and Lamp of Day ; Welcome , fost'rer of tender herbes green ; Welcome , quickener of ...
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... leave off by this . For blessed be God , ye have won the field : for here we be three on live , 2 and with Sir Mordred is none on live . And if ye leave off now , the wicked day of destiny is past . Tide me death , betide me life ...
... leave off by this . For blessed be God , ye have won the field : for here we be three on live , 2 and with Sir Mordred is none on live . And if ye leave off now , the wicked day of destiny is past . Tide me death , betide me life ...
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... Leave this mourning and weeping , said the King , for all this will not avail me : for , wit thou well , and 2 I might live myself the death of Sir Lucan would grieve me evermore ; but my time hieth fast , said the King . Therefore ...
... Leave this mourning and weeping , said the King , for all this will not avail me : for , wit thou well , and 2 I might live myself the death of Sir Lucan would grieve me evermore ; but my time hieth fast , said the King . Therefore ...
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Page 69 - I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste: Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, And weep afresh love's long since...
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Page 158 - is recommended to the public, were written by your lordship. To be so distinguished, is an honour, which, being very little accustomed to favours from the great, I know not well how to receive, or in what terms to acknowledge. " When, upon some slight encouragement, I first visited your lordship, I was overpowered, like the rest of mankind, by the enchantment of your address, and could not forbear to wish that I might boast myself Le...
Page 69 - When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself and curse my fate. Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope.
Page 296 - Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made. Our times are in His hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God; see all, nor be afraid!