The Poetry and Poets of Britain: From Chaucer to Tennyson ; with Biographical Sketches, and a Rapid View of the Characteristic Attributes of EachA. & C. Black, 1850 - 544 psl. |
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... thou glinted forth . " - Burns . This omission is sometimes practised by English poets , apparently for smoothness Thou my song inspire Who touched Isaiah's hallowed lips with fire . - Pope . 1 Sphere . Hail blossom breaking out of the ...
... thou glinted forth . " - Burns . This omission is sometimes practised by English poets , apparently for smoothness Thou my song inspire Who touched Isaiah's hallowed lips with fire . - Pope . 1 Sphere . Hail blossom breaking out of the ...
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... thou spends- Remenant all , thou bruikis but with bails ? Seek to solàce when sadness thee assails , In dolour lang thy life may not endure ; Wherefore of comfort set up all thy sail , Without gladness availís no treasure . Follow on ...
... thou spends- Remenant all , thou bruikis but with bails ? Seek to solàce when sadness thee assails , In dolour lang thy life may not endure ; Wherefore of comfort set up all thy sail , Without gladness availís no treasure . Follow on ...
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... thou did mute , Were pa - da - lyn ; upon the lute , Then played I twenty springs perquier , 3 Whilk was great pleasour for to hear ; Fra play thou leit me never rest , But " Gynkertoun " s thou loved ay best ; And aye when thou cam ...
... thou did mute , Were pa - da - lyn ; upon the lute , Then played I twenty springs perquier , 3 Whilk was great pleasour for to hear ; Fra play thou leit me never rest , But " Gynkertoun " s thou loved ay best ; And aye when thou cam ...
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... Thou art the daftest fules that e'er I saw . Trows thou , man , by the law to get remeid1 Of men of kirk ? Na , nocht till thou be deid . " Pauper . Sir , by what law , tell me , wherefore or why ? That ane vicàr should tak fra me three ...
... Thou art the daftest fules that e'er I saw . Trows thou , man , by the law to get remeid1 Of men of kirk ? Na , nocht till thou be deid . " Pauper . Sir , by what law , tell me , wherefore or why ? That ane vicàr should tak fra me three ...
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... thou rue , And thou Cassius justly came thy fall , That with the sword wherewith thou Cæsar slew Murd'rest thyself , and reft thy life withal . A mirror let him be unto you all That murderers be , of murder to your meed : For murder ...
... thou rue , And thou Cassius justly came thy fall , That with the sword wherewith thou Cæsar slew Murd'rest thyself , and reft thy life withal . A mirror let him be unto you all That murderers be , of murder to your meed : For murder ...
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