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Page 525 - Twas Edwin's self that prest. " Turn, Angelina, ever dear, My charmer, turn to see Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here, Restored to love and thee. Thus let me hold thee to my heart, And every care resign : And shall we never, never part, My life — my all that's mine T No ; never, from this hour to part, We'll live and love so true, The sigh that rends thy constant heart, Shall break thy Edwin's too.
Page xxviii - THE VISION OF WILLIAM CONCERNING PIERS THE PLOWMAN, together with Vita de Dowel, Dobet, et Dobest, Secundum Wit et Resoun, by WILLIAM LANGLAND (1377 AD). The " Crowley
Page 394 - As his prisoner there he kept her, In his hands her life did lye ; Cupid's bands did tye them faster By the liking of an eye. In his courteous company was all her joy, To favour him in any thing she was not coy. But at last there came commandment For to set the ladies free, With their jewels still adorned, None to do them injury.
Page 10 - Caulines life, And let him banisht bee. Now, dame, that traitor shall be sent Across the salt sea fome : But here I will make thee a band, If ever he come within this land, A foule deathe is his doome. All woe-begone was that gentil knight To parte from his ladye ; And many a time he sighed sore, And cast a wistfulle eye : Faire Christabelle, from thee to parte, Farre lever had I dye.
Page 467 - Psalmes, or Songs of Sion, turned into the language, and set to the tunes of a strange land...
Page 269 - far be it from me to countenance anything contrary to your established laws; but I have set an acorn, which when it becomes an oak, God alone knows what will be the fruit thereof.
Page 485 - Hastening on his embassy, and finding everything consonant to general estimation, he concealed his mission from her parents and procured the damsel for himself. Returning to the king, he told a tale which made for his own purpose; that she was a girl nothing out of the common track of beauty, and by no means worthy such transcendent dignity.
Page 10 - And ever shee doth lament and weepe To tint her lover soe : Syr Cauline, thou little think'st on mee, But I will still be true.