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... live . * * * * So many years ere I shall shear the fleece : * So minutes , hours , days , weeks , months and years , Pass'd over to the end they were created , Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave . Ah ! what a life were this ...
... live . * * * * So many years ere I shall shear the fleece : * So minutes , hours , days , weeks , months and years , Pass'd over to the end they were created , Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave . Ah ! what a life were this ...
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... is neither toss'd in boist'rous seas Of troublous world , nor lost in slothful ease ; Pleased and full blest he lives , when he his God can please . D His bed of wool yields safe and quiet sleeps , Shepherds and Shepherdeffes . 17.
... is neither toss'd in boist'rous seas Of troublous world , nor lost in slothful ease ; Pleased and full blest he lives , when he his God can please . D His bed of wool yields safe and quiet sleeps , Shepherds and Shepherdeffes . 17.
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... lives the longer for't . She dares goe alone , and unfold sheepe i ' the night , and feares no manner of ill because she means none ; yet , to say truth , fhe is never alone , for she is still accompanied with old fongs , honeft ...
... lives the longer for't . She dares goe alone , and unfold sheepe i ' the night , and feares no manner of ill because she means none ; yet , to say truth , fhe is never alone , for she is still accompanied with old fongs , honeft ...
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... live one , and the prize of victory was awarded to the archer who could knock the Papeguay " off the pole . Stow tells of a large Clofe called the " Tazell , " which in his day was let to the cross - bow markers , where the citizens ...
... live one , and the prize of victory was awarded to the archer who could knock the Papeguay " off the pole . Stow tells of a large Clofe called the " Tazell , " which in his day was let to the cross - bow markers , where the citizens ...
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... brave Earl of Huntingdon , -our own Robin Hood of Sherwood forest . " Where will the old Duke live ? " asks Oliver . ( c They fay he is already in the forest of Arden , and a many merry men with him ; and there they 34 Robin Hood .
... brave Earl of Huntingdon , -our own Robin Hood of Sherwood forest . " Where will the old Duke live ? " asks Oliver . ( c They fay he is already in the forest of Arden , and a many merry men with him ; and there they 34 Robin Hood .
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Page 16 - O God! methinks, it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run: How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live.
Page 148 - While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Page 146 - THE way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old ; His withered cheek, and tresses gray. Seemed to have known a better day ; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy. The last of all the bards was he. Who sung of Border chivalry; For, well-a-day ! their date was fled, His tuneful brethren all were dead ; And he, neglected and oppressed, Wished to be with them, and at rest...
Page 19 - Shepherds all, and maidens fair, Fold your flocks up, for the air 'Gins to thicken, and the sun Already his great course hath run. See the dew-drops how they kiss Every little flower that is; Hanging on their velvet heads, Like a rope of crystal beads...
Page 16 - I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young ; So many weeks ere the poor fools will...
Page 3 - Through glowing orchards forth they peep, Each from its nook of leaves ; And fearless there the lowly sleep, As the bird beneath their eaves.
Page 85 - Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove, Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, With silken lines, and silver hooks.
Page 60 - AN old song made by an aged old pate, Of an old worshipful gentleman, who had a greate estate, That kept a brave old house at a bountiful rate, And an old porter to relieve the poor at his gate ; Like an old courtier of the queen's, And the queen's old courtier.
Page 68 - Waken, lords and ladies gay." Waken, lords and ladies gay, To the green-wood haste away; We can show you where he lies, Fleet of foot and tall of size; We can show the marks he made, When 'gainst the oak his antlers frayed; You shall see him brought to bay, "Waken, lords and ladies gay.
Page 9 - Nay! not so much as out of bed; When all the birds have matins said, And sung their thankful hymns; 'tis sin, Nay, profanation to keep in, When as a thousand virgins on this day Spring, sooner than the lark, to fetch in May.