English Tales in Verse

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Charles Harold Herford
Blackie & son, limited, 1902 - English poetry - 291 pages
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Page 183 - Oh, sir, the good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust Burn to the socket.
Page 197 - IF from the public way you turn your steps Up the tumultuous brook of Green-head Ghyll, You will suppose that with an upright path Your feet must struggle ; in such bold ascent The pastoral mountains front you, face to face. But, courage ! for around that boisterous brook The mountains have all opened out themselves, And made a hidden valley of their ovm.
Page 211 - Did he repair, to build the fold of which His flock had need. 'Tis not forgotten yet The pity which was then in every heart For the old man ; and 'tis believed by all That many and many a day he thither went, And never lifted up a single stone.
Page 212 - UPON a time, before the faery broods Drove Nymph and Satyr from the prosperous woods, Before King Oberon's bright diadem, Sceptre, and mantle, clasp'd with dewy gem, Frighted away the Dryads and the Fauns From rushes green, and brakes, and cowslip'd lawns...
Page 204 - And with his kinsman's help and his own thrift He quickly will repair this loss, and then He may return to us. If here he stay, What can be done ? Where every one is poor, What can be gained?
Page 43 - Thou woldest make me kisse thyn olde breech, And swere it were a relyk of a seint, Though it were with thy fundement depeint.
Page 48 - graunt mercy of youre loore, But nathelees, as touchyng Daun Catoun, That hath of wysdom swich a greet renoun, Though that he bad no dremes for to drede, By God, men may in olde bookes rede Of many a man moore of...
Page 57 - Wommannes conseil broghte us first to wo, And made Adam fro Paradys to go, Ther as he was ful myrie and wel at ese. But for I noot to whom it myght displese, 440 If I conseil of wommen wolde blame, Passe over, for I seyde it in my game.
Page 230 - Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy? There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things.
Page 54 - And to him rennen thanne his wyves alle. Thus roial, as a prince is in his halle, Leve I this Chauntecleer in his pasture; And after wol I telle his aventure. Whan that the month in which the world bigan, That highte March, whan God first maked man...

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