Specimens of the Later English Poets: With Preliminary Notices, Tom 1Longman, Hurst, Rees and Orme, 1807 - 449 "These volumes are intended to accompany Mr. Ellis's ... Specimens of the early English poets. That series concludes with reign of Charles II, this begins with that of James his successor."-- Preface. |
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... Cursty and Peggy . The amorous maiden was well known , and died a few years ago , at a very advanced age . His poems évince not any indication of his ascetick dispo- sition , and have been twice published , first by his pupil the ...
... Cursty and Peggy . The amorous maiden was well known , and died a few years ago , at a very advanced age . His poems évince not any indication of his ascetick dispo- sition , and have been twice published , first by his pupil the ...
Strona 420
... CURSTY . A finer hay - day seera was never seen , The greenish sops already luik less green , As weel the greenish sops will suin be dry'd , As Sawney's ' bacco spred by th ' ingle - side . PEGGY . And see how finely striped the fields ...
... CURSTY . A finer hay - day seera was never seen , The greenish sops already luik less green , As weel the greenish sops will suin be dry'd , As Sawney's ' bacco spred by th ' ingle - side . PEGGY . And see how finely striped the fields ...
Strona 421
... Cursty bides at heame . CURSTY . It's hard awk day the heavy scy ' to swing , But , if my lass a holesome breakfast bring , Ee'n mowing - time is better far , I swear , Than Cursenmas m and aw its dainty chear . PEGGY . Far is the ...
... Cursty bides at heame . CURSTY . It's hard awk day the heavy scy ' to swing , But , if my lass a holesome breakfast bring , Ee'n mowing - time is better far , I swear , Than Cursenmas m and aw its dainty chear . PEGGY . Far is the ...
Strona 422
... Cursty fine , and Cursty me . CURSTY . Right oft at schuil I've spelder'd owr thy rows , Full many a time I've foughten in thy cause , And when in winter miry ways let in , I bore thee on my back thro ' thick and thin . a Walked ...
... Cursty fine , and Cursty me . CURSTY . Right oft at schuil I've spelder'd owr thy rows , Full many a time I've foughten in thy cause , And when in winter miry ways let in , I bore thee on my back thro ' thick and thin . a Walked ...
Strona 423
... CURSTY . O how I liked to see thee on the fleer ! At spworts , if I was trier , to be seer I reach'd the fancy " ruddily to thee , m For nin P danced hawf sae weel in Cursty's ee . · PEGGY . O how I swet , when , for the costly prize ...
... CURSTY . O how I liked to see thee on the fleer ! At spworts , if I was trier , to be seer I reach'd the fancy " ruddily to thee , m For nin P danced hawf sae weel in Cursty's ee . · PEGGY . O how I swet , when , for the costly prize ...
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