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... grow , Hawys and hepes , and other thynges ynow : That tyll the puryfycacōn lastyth as ye se , And makyth the boore in season to be , For whyle that fruyte maye laste , his tyme is never paste . QUEEN ANNE BOLEYN , Born 1507 , died 1536 ...
... grow , Hawys and hepes , and other thynges ynow : That tyll the puryfycacōn lastyth as ye se , And makyth the boore in season to be , For whyle that fruyte maye laste , his tyme is never paste . QUEEN ANNE BOLEYN , Born 1507 , died 1536 ...
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... grow . No foreign banish'd wight Shall anchor in this port ; The daughter of debate - Mary , queen of Scots . The following Farewell to France , written by that lovely , unfortunate , but surely not guiltless woman , will shew how much ...
... grow . No foreign banish'd wight Shall anchor in this port ; The daughter of debate - Mary , queen of Scots . The following Farewell to France , written by that lovely , unfortunate , but surely not guiltless woman , will shew how much ...
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... grow ; Good Thenot leave thy lying ! THENOT . Then Piers , of friendship tell me why , My meaning true , my words should lie , And strive in vain to raise her ? PIERS . Words from conceit do only rise , Above conceit her honour flies ...
... grow ; Good Thenot leave thy lying ! THENOT . Then Piers , of friendship tell me why , My meaning true , my words should lie , And strive in vain to raise her ? PIERS . Words from conceit do only rise , Above conceit her honour flies ...
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... growing evermore , As dying life doth grow , Do more and more us grieve , And tire us more and more . O blest who never breath'd , Or whom , with pity mov'd , Death from his cradle reav'd , And swadled in his grave . And blessed also he ...
... growing evermore , As dying life doth grow , Do more and more us grieve , And tire us more and more . O blest who never breath'd , Or whom , with pity mov'd , Death from his cradle reav'd , And swadled in his grave . And blessed also he ...
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... foe Still still encreaseth sore . Our harms worse daily grow : Less yesterday they were Than now , and will be more To - morrow than to - day . LADY MARY WROTH , Daughter of Robert Earl of Leicester MARY , COUNTESS OF PEMBROKE . 39.
... foe Still still encreaseth sore . Our harms worse daily grow : Less yesterday they were Than now , and will be more To - morrow than to - day . LADY MARY WROTH , Daughter of Robert Earl of Leicester MARY , COUNTESS OF PEMBROKE . 39.
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Page 370 - I'm no like to dee ; For O, I am but young to cry out, Woe is me ! I gang like a ghaist, and I carena much to spin ; I darena think o' Jamie, for that wad be a sin.
Page 429 - Yet more, the Depths have more! — What wealth untold Far down, and shining through their stillness lies! Thou hast the starry gems, the burning gold, Won from ten thousand royal Argosies. — Sweep o'er thy spoils, thou wild and wrathful Main!
Page 372 - Bout stacks wi' the lasses at bogle to play; But ilk ane sits drearie, lamenting her dearie— The Flowers of the Forest are a' wede away. Dool and wae for the order sent our lads to the Border ! The English, for ance, by guile wan the day; The Flowers of the Forest, that fought aye the foremost, The prime of our land, lie cauld in the clay.
Page 377 - Since trifles make the sum of human things, And half our misery from our foibles springs...
Page 264 - THE gorse is yellow on the heath, The banks with speedwell flowers are gay, The oaks are budding, and beneath The hawthorn soon will bear the wreath, The silver wreath of May. The welcome guest of settled spring...
Page 138 - When thro' the Gloom more venerable shows Some ancient Fabric, awful in Repose, While Sunburnt Hills their swarthy Looks conceal, And swelling Haycocks thicken up the Vale : When the loos'd Horse now, as his Pasture leads, Comes slowly grazing thro...
Page 30 - The fairest action of our human life Is -scorning to revenge an injury; For who forgives without a further strife, His adversary's heart to him doth tie. And 'tis a firmer conquest truly said, To win the heart, than overthrow the head.
Page 17 - The doubt of future foes exiles my present joy, And wit me warns to shun such snares as threaten mine annoy. For falsehood now doth flow, and subject faith doth ebb, Which would not be if reason ruled or wisdom weaved the web.
Page 19 - My care is like my shadow in the sun, Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it; Stands and lies by me, does what I have done, This too familiar care does make me rue it.
Page 369 - Gray came a-courtin' me. My father couldna work, and my mother couldna spin; I toil'd day and night, but their bread I couldna win; Auld Rob maintain'd them baith, and wi' tears in his e'e Said, 'Jennie, for their sakes, O, marry me!