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Page 238 - Altair, then I was really there, or at an equal remoteness from the life which I had left behind, dwindled and twinkling with as fine a ray to my nearest neighbor, and to be seen only in moonless nights by him. Such was that part of creation where I had squatted; 'There was a shepherd that did live, And held his thoughts as high As were the mounts whereon his flocks Did hourly feed him by.
Page 229 - But O, I spy the cuckoo, the cuckoo, the cuckoo ; See where she sitteth : come away, my joy ; Come away, I prithee : I do not like the cuckoo Should sing where my Peggy and I kiss and toy.
Page 230 - Cold's the wind, and wet's the rain, Saint Hugh be our good speed: 111 is the weather that bringeth no gain, Nor helps good hearts in need.
Page 140 - By the moon we sport and play; With the night begins our day: As we dance the dew doth fall; Trip it, little urchins all. Lightly as the little bee, Two by two, and three by three, And about go we, and about go we.
Page 73 - The Two Faithful Friends, the pleasant History of Alexander and Lodwicke, who were so like one another, that none could know them asunder; wherein is declared how Lodwicke married the Princesse of Hungaria, in Alexander's name, and how each night he layd a naked sword betweene him and the Princesse, because he would not wrong his friend, is reprinted from the Pepys collection in Evans's Old Ballads.
Page 15 - The birds sang sweet in the midst of the day ; I dreamed fast of mirth and play ; In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure. Methought I walked still to and fro, And from her company I could not go ; But when I waked, it was not so : In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.
Page 320 - Phoebus so In walking in the air ; That down I laid me by a stream With boughs all over-clad, And there I met the strangest dream, That ever shepherd had. Methought I saw each Christmas game, Each revel, all and some, And every thing that I can name, Or may in fancy come.
Page 333 - But thus in tearmes both graue and wise, His minde he gan to tell. Friend, muse not at this fond aray, But list awhile to me: For it hath holpe me to suruay What I shall shew to thee.
Page 336 - The poor man's back is cracked ere long; Yet there he lets him lie! ' And no degree, among them all, But had such close intending; That I upon my knees did fall, And prayed for their amending. ' Back to the woods I got again, In mind perplexed sore: Where I found ease of all this pain; And mean to stray no more!