Andrew Marvel and his friends1885 |
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Andrew Marvel and His Friends: A Story of the Siege of Hull (1885) Marie Hall Sin vista previa disponible - 2008 |
Términos y frases comunes
Alice's Andrew Marvel asked beautiful Beverley brother child Colonel Lister cousin cried Crowle Dame daughter dear Dolly Dorothy dress Earl Earl of Newcastle exclaimed eyes face father fear feel felt friends gentlemen glad hand happy hear heard heart honour hope Hotham Hull Janet Johanna Kate Kate's King King's kiss knew Lady Hildyard laughed letter living London looked Lord Lord Rochester Lord Strafford Lucy maiden Majesty Master Andrew Master Ralph Mayor mind Mistress Alice Mistress Blagg morning mother never night Parliament perhaps Philip Nye poor pray Puritan Queen replied Alice returned river Hull Royalists seemed Simon Sir Guy Sir Harry Vane Sir John Sir John Hotham Sir Ralph smiled soldiers soon speak sweet talk tell thing thought told town train bands wait Wharton Whitehall wife Winestead wish wonder words
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Página 67 - We have short time to stay as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you, or anything. We die As your hours do, and dry Away, Like to the summer's rain ; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Página 40 - Crosse he bore, The deare remembrance of his dying Lord, For whose sweete sake that glorious badge he wore, And dead, as living, ever him ador'd : Upon his shield the like was also scor'd, For soveraine hope which in his helpe he had.
Página 333 - From that Sweet-heart, to this? — No, no, this sorrow shown By your tears shed, Would have this lecture read, That things of greatest, so of meanest worth, Conceived with grief are, and with tears brought forth To DAFFADILS.
Página 134 - HAD we but world enough, and time, This coyness, lady, were no crime. We would sit down, and think which way To walk, and pass our long love's day. Thou by the Indian Ganges' side Shouldst rubies find: I by the tide Of Humber would complain. I would Love you ten years before the flood, And you should, if you please, refuse Till the conversion of the Jews; My vegetable love should grow Vaster than empires and more slow; An hundred years should go to praise Thine eyes...
Página 102 - THE CORONET When for the Thorns with which I long, too long, With many a piercing wound, My Saviours head have crown'd, I seek with Garlands to redress that Wrong: Through every Garden, every Mead, '-/ I gather flow'rs (my fruits are only flow'rs) Dismantling all the fragrant Towers That once adorn'd my Shepherdesses head.
Página 66 - DAFFODILS Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along.
Página 108 - In his master's steps he trod, Where the snow lay dinted; Heat was in the very sod Which the saint had printed. Therefore, Christian men, be sure, Wealth or rank possessing, Ye, who now will bless the poor, Shall yourselves find blessing.
Página 74 - Parliament, and conferring together upon the state of affairs, the other told him, [Hyde,] and said, "that they must now be of another temper than they were the last Parliament; that they must not only sweep the house clean below, but must pull down all the cobwebs which hung in the top and corners, that they might not breed dust and so make a foul house hereafter; that they had now an opportunity to make their country happy, by removing all grievances and pulling up the causes of them by the roots,...
Página 48 - Go, lovely rose, Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee; How small...
Página 456 - An Account of the Growth of Popery and arbitrary Government in England...