Warwickshire PoetsCharles Henry Poole Ling, 1914 - 358 psl. |
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... breath and bend up every spirit To his full height . On , on , you noblest English , Whose blood is fet from fathers of war - proof ! Fathers that , like so many Alexanders , Have in these parts from morn till even fought And sheathed ...
... breath and bend up every spirit To his full height . On , on , you noblest English , Whose blood is fet from fathers of war - proof ! Fathers that , like so many Alexanders , Have in these parts from morn till even fought And sheathed ...
22 psl.
... breathing world , scarce half made up , And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them ; Why , I , in this weak piping time of peace , Have no delight to pass away the time , Unless to spy my shadow in the ...
... breathing world , scarce half made up , And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them ; Why , I , in this weak piping time of peace , Have no delight to pass away the time , Unless to spy my shadow in the ...
28 psl.
... breaths with sweetmeats tainted are : Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose , And then dreams he of smelling out a suit ; And sometime comes she with a tithe - pig's tail Tickling a parson's nose as a ' lies asleep , 28 ...
... breaths with sweetmeats tainted are : Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose , And then dreams he of smelling out a suit ; And sometime comes she with a tithe - pig's tail Tickling a parson's nose as a ' lies asleep , 28 ...
35 psl.
... heat of deeds too cold breath gives . [ A bell rings . I go , and it is done ; the bell invites me . Hear it not , Duncan ; for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven or to hell . SLEEP " Macbeth " Act II . Sc . 2 SHAKESPEARE 35.
... heat of deeds too cold breath gives . [ A bell rings . I go , and it is done ; the bell invites me . Hear it not , Duncan ; for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven or to hell . SLEEP " Macbeth " Act II . Sc . 2 SHAKESPEARE 35.
46 psl.
... boundless sea , But sad mortality o'er - sways their power , How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea , Whose action is no stronger than a flower ? O , how shall summer's honey breath hold out Against 46 WARWICKSHIRE POETS.
... boundless sea , But sad mortality o'er - sways their power , How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea , Whose action is no stronger than a flower ? O , how shall summer's honey breath hold out Against 46 WARWICKSHIRE POETS.
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3 psl. - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves, And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him When he comes back; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms...
53 psl. - Sigh, no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore ; To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
32 psl. - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle. I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent ; That day he overcame the Nervii. — Look ! in this place, ran Cassius...
57 psl. - When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day.
29 psl. - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy ; Which is as thin of substance as the air ; And more inconstant than the wind...
50 psl. - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding: Sweet lovers love the spring.
54 psl. - Everything that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art : Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or, hearing, die.
39 psl. - Come on, sir; here's the place: — stand still. — How fearful And dizzy 'tis, to cast one's eyes so low! The crows and choughs, that wing the midway air, Show scarce so gross as beetles : Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
58 psl. - Philomel with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby. Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby. Never harm Nor spell nor charm Come our lovely lady nigh. So good night, with lullaby.
11 psl. - This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall, Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands, This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England; This nurse, this teeming womb of royal...