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... close together . When down their bows they threw , And forth their bilbos drew , And on the French they flew , Not one was tardy ; Arms were from shoulders sent , Scalps to the teeth were.rent , Down the French peasants went ; Our men ...
... close together . When down their bows they threw , And forth their bilbos drew , And on the French they flew , Not one was tardy ; Arms were from shoulders sent , Scalps to the teeth were.rent , Down the French peasants went ; Our men ...
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... close , and now your honours win . Behold from yonder hill the foe appears ; Bows , bills , glaives , arrows , shields , and spears ! Like a dark wood he comes , or tempest pouring JONSON FLETCHER 13 JOHN FLETCHER (1576-1625) THE JOY OF ...
... close , and now your honours win . Behold from yonder hill the foe appears ; Bows , bills , glaives , arrows , shields , and spears ! Like a dark wood he comes , or tempest pouring JONSON FLETCHER 13 JOHN FLETCHER (1576-1625) THE JOY OF ...
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... close Jewels more rich than Ormus shows : He makes the figs our mouths to meet , And throws the melons at our feet ; But apples plants of such a price , No tree could ever bear them twice . With cedars chosen by his hand From Lebanon he ...
... close Jewels more rich than Ormus shows : He makes the figs our mouths to meet , And throws the melons at our feet ; But apples plants of such a price , No tree could ever bear them twice . With cedars chosen by his hand From Lebanon he ...
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... bare earth exposed he lies With not a friend to close his eyes . With downcast looks the joyless victor sate , Revolving in his altered soul The various turns of Chance below ; And now and then a sigh he stole , And 42 DRYDEN.
... bare earth exposed he lies With not a friend to close his eyes . With downcast looks the joyless victor sate , Revolving in his altered soul The various turns of Chance below ; And now and then a sigh he stole , And 42 DRYDEN.
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... sparkling bowl , The rich repast prepare ; Reft of a crown , he yet may share the feast : Close by the regal chair Fell Thirst and Famine scowl A baleful smile upon their baffled guest . Heard ye the din of battle bray , Lance to 82 GRAY.
... sparkling bowl , The rich repast prepare ; Reft of a crown , he yet may share the feast : Close by the regal chair Fell Thirst and Famine scowl A baleful smile upon their baffled guest . Heard ye the din of battle bray , Lance to 82 GRAY.
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Page 32 - Going to the Wars Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. 1 Imprisoned or caged. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
Page 28 - CROMWELL, our chief of men, who through a cloud Not of war only, but detractions rude, Guided by faith and matchless fortitude, To peace and truth thy glorious way hast ploughed...
Page 1 - O, for a muse of fire, that would ascend The brightest heaven of invention ! A kingdom for a stage, princes to act, And monarchs to behold the swelling scene ! Then should the warlike Harry, like himself, Assume the port of Mars ; and, at his heels, Leash'd in like hounds, should famine, sword, and fire, Crouch for employment.
Page 43 - War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour, but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying; If the world be worth thy winning, Think, O think it worth enjoying! Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee!
Page 20 - 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.
Page 33 - The gods that wanton in the air, Know no such liberty. When flowing cups run swiftly round With no allaying Thames, Our careless heads with roses bound, Our hearts with loyal flames ; When thirsty grief in wine we steep, When healths and draughts go free, Fishes that tipple in the deep, Know no such liberty.
Page 351 - The Author continued for about three hours in a profound sleep, at least of the external senses, during which time he has the most vivid confidence that he could not have composed less than from two to three hundred lines; if that indeed can be called composition in which all the images rose up before him as things, with a parallel production of the correspondent expressions, without any sensation or consciousness of effort.
Page 176 - And but the booming shots replied, And fast the flames rolled on. Upon his brow he felt their breath, And in his waving hair, And looked from that lone post of death, In still yet brave despair ; And shouted but once more aloud, ' My father ! must I stay ?' While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud, The wreathing fires made way.
Page 171 - Tis time this heart should be unmoved, Since others it hath ceased to move : Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love ! My days are in the yellow leaf ; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone...
Page 20 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.