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amongst ancient arms bear beauty behold betwixt blood brave breast bring Britons brought call'd cast course crown dainty dear death delight dost doth duke duke of York earl earth Edward England English ev'ry eyes fair fall fame famous fear flood forest fortune France French friends Gaul goodly grace hand hast hate hath heart Heaven Henry Henry III hills hither holy honour isle king land live lord MICHAEL DRAYTON mighty Muse Nennius Neptune never night noble Northumberland nymphs Pict Poly-olbion pow'r praise prince proud queen quoth rest river Saint Saxons scarce Scotland seem'd Severn shepherds shire shore sight sing slain Somerset song stand stood strange Suffolk sundry sweet sword tell Thames thee thence thine things thou tow'rds twixt unto valiant Wales Warwick whence wherein whilst wise wondrous Yorkists
Page 405 - SINCE there's no help, come let us kiss and part, Nay I have done, you get no more of me ; And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free ; Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Page 428 - Clarence, in steel so bright, Though but a maiden knight, Yet in that furious fight, Scarce such another. Warwick in blood did wade, Oxford the foe invade, And cruel slaughter made, Still as they ran up; Suffolk his axe did ply, Beaumont and Willoughby Bare them right doughtily, Ferrers and Fanhope.
Page 374 - From wealthy abbots chests, and churls abundant store, What oftentimes he took, he shar'd among 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...
Page 122 - This Puck seems but a dreaming dolt, Still walking like a ragged colt, And oft out of a bush doth bolt, Of purpose to deceive us; And leading us makes us to stray, Long winter's nights, out of the way; And when we stick in mire and clay, Hob doth with laughter leave us.
Page 428 - They now to fight are gone, Armour on armour shone, Drum now to drum did groan, To hear was wonder ; That with the cries they make. The very earth did shake. Trumpet to trumpet spake. Thunder to thunder.
Page 120 - And somewhat southward toward the noon, Whence lies a way up to the moon, And thence the Fairy can as soon Pass to the earth below it. The walls of spiders...
Page 428 - With Spanish yew so strong, Arrows a cloth-yard long That like to serpents stung, Piercing the weather; None from his fellow starts, But playing manly parts, And like true English hearts Stuck close together.
Page 405 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.