Warwickshire PoetsCharles Henry Poole Ling, 1914 - 358 psl. |
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... sorrows , He gave his honours to the world again , His blessed part to heaven , and slept in peace . " " WOLSEY'S CHARACTER King Henry VIII . " Act IV . Sc . 2 THIS cardinal , Though from an humble stock , undoubtedly Was fashion'd to ...
... sorrows , He gave his honours to the world again , His blessed part to heaven , and slept in peace . " " WOLSEY'S CHARACTER King Henry VIII . " Act IV . Sc . 2 THIS cardinal , Though from an humble stock , undoubtedly Was fashion'd to ...
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... sorrows end . LV Not marble , nor the gilded monuments Of princes , shall outlive this powerful rhyme ; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone besmear'd with sluttish time . When wasteful war shall statues ...
... sorrows end . LV Not marble , nor the gilded monuments Of princes , shall outlive this powerful rhyme ; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone besmear'd with sluttish time . When wasteful war shall statues ...
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... sorrow I , who live , the more the wrong , Who wishing Death , whom death denies , whose thread is all too long ... sorrows ' cell , Shall not run out , though leak they will , for liking him so well . Farewell to you , my hopes , my ...
... sorrow I , who live , the more the wrong , Who wishing Death , whom death denies , whose thread is all too long ... sorrows ' cell , Shall not run out , though leak they will , for liking him so well . Farewell to you , my hopes , my ...
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... sorrow backward keepe . " At one time he much admired Ben Jonson , and dedicated The Malcontent to him , but they eventually became at feud , and Jonson boasted to Drummond of Haw- thornden that he had beaten Marston and taken his ...
... sorrow backward keepe . " At one time he much admired Ben Jonson , and dedicated The Malcontent to him , but they eventually became at feud , and Jonson boasted to Drummond of Haw- thornden that he had beaten Marston and taken his ...
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... sorrow : " How have I wander 'd thro' a maze of errors, And labour' d for destruction ! — Of mankind I had but one true friend, and him the most Of all mankind have wrong d — reproachful thought ! " But the Somerset of real life ...
... sorrow : " How have I wander 'd thro' a maze of errors, And labour' d for destruction ! — Of mankind I had but one true friend, and him the most Of all mankind have wrong d — reproachful thought ! " But the Somerset of real life ...
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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...