The Poetical Decameron, Or, Ten Conversations on English Poets and Poetry: Particularly of the Reigns of Elizabeth and James I. (Google eBook)

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Archibald Constable and Company, and Hurst, Robinson & Company, Cheapside, London, 1820 - English poetry - 674 pages
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Page 71 - SING A SONG OF SIXPENCE Sing a song of sixpence, A pocket full of rye; Four and twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie. When the pie was opened, The birds began to sing; Was not that a dainty dish To set before the king!
Page 211 - Newe Bookes I heare of none, but only of one, that writing a certaine Booke, called The Schoole of Abuse, and dedicating it to...
Page 72 - Three children sliding on the ice, All on a summer's day, It so fell out they all fell in, The rest they ran away.
Page 181 - Ah, were she pitiful as she is fair, Or but as mild as she is seeming so, Then were my hopes greater than my despair, Then all the world were heaven, nothing woe.
Page 98 - Revenge, and made divers attempts, hoping to force her by the multitudes of their armed soldiers...
Page 235 - Together, with most fearefull Examples of Gods ludgementes, executed vpon the wicked for the same, aswell in Ailgna of late, as in other places elsewhere. Verie Godly, to be read of all true Christians, euerie where; but most needeful, to be regarded in Englande.
Page 108 - Fishing, if I, a fisher may protest, Of pleasures is the sweet'st, of sports the best. Of exercises the most excellent ; Of recreations the most innocent. But now the sport is marde, and wott ye why Fishes decrease, and fishers multiply.
Page 183 - Poets, made two mad men of Rome beate it out of their paper bucklers: & had it in derision, for that I could not make my verses iet vpon the stage in tragicall buskins, euerie worde filling the mouth like the faburden of Bo-Bell, daring God out of heauen with that Atheist Tamburlan, or blaspheming with the mad preest of the sonne...
Page 152 - ... with so good a will as if it had been in her own preferment.
Page 104 - That since I saw thee now it is so long ; And yet the tears that unto thee belong, To thee as yet they did not sacrifice ; I did not know that thou wert dead before, I did not feel the grief I did sustain ; The greater stroke astonisheth the more, Astonishment takes from us sense of pain : I stood amaz'd when others' tears begun, And now begin to weep when they have done.

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