The Complete Works of Michael Drayton: Polyolbion and The harmony of the church

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J. R. Smith, 1876
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Page 153 - below the knee, not counted then a man : All made of Spanish yew, their bows were wondrous strong; They not an arrow drew, but was a cloth-yard long. Of archery they had the very perfect craft, With broad-arrow, or butt, or prick, or roving shaft,
Page 153 - In this our spacious Isle, I think there is not one, But he hath heard some talk of him and Little John ; And to the end of time, the tales shall ne'er be done, Of Scarlock, George a
Page 154 - What often-times he took, he shar'd amongst the poor : No lordly bishop came in lusty Robin's way, To him before he went, but for his pass must pay : The widow in distress he graciously reliev'd, And remedied the wrongs of many a virgin griev'd
Page 154 - He from the husband's bed no married woman wan, But to his mistress dear, his loved Marian Was ever constant known, which wheresoe'er she came, Was Sovereign of the Woods, chief Lady of the Game : Her clothes tuck'd to the knee, and dainty braided hair,
Page 134 - One underneath his horse, to get a shoot doth stalk ; Another over dykes upon his stilts doth walk : There other with their spades, the peats are squaring out, And others from their cars, are busily about, To draw out sedge and reed, for thatch and stover fit, 145 That whosoever would a
Page v - FROM THE EIGHTEENTH SONG. Containing all the Tracts, Riuers, Mountaines, and Forrests : intermixed with the most remarkable Stories, Antiquities, Wonders, Rarities, Pleasures, and Commodities of the East and Northerne parts of this Isle, lying betwixt the two famous Rivers of THAMES, and TWEED. By MICHAEL DRAYTON,
Page 51 - And Troutbeck fighteth with a Troutbeck hand to hand ; There Molineux doth make a Molineux to die ; And Egerton, the strength of Egerton doth try. 0 Cheshire wert thou mad, of thine own native gore So much until this day thou never shedst before
Page 153 - wak'd from every dale and hill : Their bauldricks set with studs, athwart their shoulders cast, To which under their arms, their sheafs were buckled fast, A short sword at their belt, a buckler scarce a span,
Page ix - below all ballatry, that the lethargy is incurable : nay, some of the Stationers, that had the selling of the First Part of this Poem, because it went not so fast away in the sale, as some of their beastly and abominable trash, (a shame both to our language and nation) have either
Page 153 - In praise of Robin Hood, his out-laws, and their trade. An hundred valiant men had this brave Robin Hood, Still ready at his call, that bow-men were right good, All clad in Lincolne

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