Reliques of Ancient English Poetry:: Consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs, and Other Pieces of Our Earlier Poets; Together with Some Few of Later DateL.A. Lewis, 1839 |
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
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קטעים בולטים
עמוד 234 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
עמוד 235 - If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy Love.
עמוד 234 - Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle. A gown made of the finest wool Which from our pretty lambs we pull ; Fair lined slippers for the cold With buckles of the purest gold.
עמוד 235 - Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten, In folly ripe, in reason rotten.
עמוד 283 - Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill ; But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late, They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death.
עמוד 208 - My mother had a maid call'd — Barbara; She was in love ; and he, she lov'd, prov'd mad, And did forsake her : she had a song of — willow, An old thing 'twas, but it express'd her fortune, And she died singing it...
עמוד 234 - Come live with me and be my Love, And we will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dale and field, And all the craggy mountains yield. There will we sit upon the rocks And see the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals.
עמוד 208 - Bell my wife she loves not strife. Yet she will lead me if she can ; And oft, to live a quiet life, I am forced to yield, though Ime goodman...
עמוד 269 - With fifteen hundred bowmen bold, All chosen men of might, Who knew full well in time of need To aim their shafts aright.
עמוד 306 - I live, this is my stay; I seek no more than may suffice; I press to bear no haughty sway; Look, what I lack my mind supplies; Lo, thus I triumph like a king, Content with that my mind doth bring.