Select Beauties of Ancient English Poetry: With Remarks, Volume 2T. Cadell, 1787 - 198 pages |
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... Sword . GREAT , good , and just ! could I but rate My grief to thy too rigid fate , I'd weep the world to such a strain , As it should deluge once again . But since thy loud - tongu'd blood demands supplies , More from Briareus hands ...
... Sword . GREAT , good , and just ! could I but rate My grief to thy too rigid fate , I'd weep the world to such a strain , As it should deluge once again . But since thy loud - tongu'd blood demands supplies , More from Briareus hands ...
Page 118
... sword where lifted them to bide : Then doe not yee degenerate , take courage by discent , And by their burialles , not abode , their force and flight pre- vent . Yee have in hand your Countries cause , a conquest they pre- tend , Which ...
... sword where lifted them to bide : Then doe not yee degenerate , take courage by discent , And by their burialles , not abode , their force and flight pre- vent . Yee have in hand your Countries cause , a conquest they pre- tend , Which ...
Page 120
... swords to draw . Howbeit of more hardie foes no passed fight hath spead yee , Since Rollo to your now - abode with bands victorious lead yee , Or Turchus , Sonne of Troylus , in Scythian Fazo bread yee . Then worthy your progenitors yee ...
... swords to draw . Howbeit of more hardie foes no passed fight hath spead yee , Since Rollo to your now - abode with bands victorious lead yee , Or Turchus , Sonne of Troylus , in Scythian Fazo bread yee . Then worthy your progenitors yee ...
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... sword To ftrike at him , whom all with joint accord Have made my Prince , to whom I tribute bring : I hate his ... swords Are sharpe , and need not whetting by my words ; Yet call to minde those many glorious dayes , In which we ...
... sword To ftrike at him , whom all with joint accord Have made my Prince , to whom I tribute bring : I hate his ... swords Are sharpe , and need not whetting by my words ; Yet call to minde those many glorious dayes , In which we ...
Page 123
... swords are brandisht in a noble cause , To free your Country from a Tyrant's jawes . What angry Planet , what disastrous figne Directs Plantagenet's afflicted line ? Ah , was it not enough , that mutuall rage In deadly battels should ...
... swords are brandisht in a noble cause , To free your Country from a Tyrant's jawes . What angry Planet , what disastrous figne Directs Plantagenet's afflicted line ? Ah , was it not enough , that mutuall rage In deadly battels should ...
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Page 149 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas ! poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...
Page 60 - Thou wilt not wake Till I thy fate shall overtake: Till age, or grief, or sickness must Marry my body to that dust It so much loves; and fill the room My heart keeps empty in thy tomb.
Page 156 - My great example, as it is my theme ! Tho' deep, yet clear ; tho' gentle, yet not dull ; Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.
Page 149 - God save him; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home: But dust was thrown upon his sacred head ; Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off,— His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience,— That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
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Page 104 - With feigned solace ease a true-felt woe; Or if, deaf god, thou do deny that grace, Come as thou wilt, and what thou wilt bequeath, I long to kiss the image of my death.
Page 29 - Tis vain to flee, till gentle mercy show Her better eye ; the farther off we go, The swing of Justice deals the mightier blow. Th...