Specimens of English literature from the 'Ploughmans crede' to the ...

Specimens of English literature from the 'Ploughmans crede' to the ... Specimens of English literature from the 'Ploughmans crede' to the ...

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:214 ^^^' LORD SURREY.Yelding the ghost, with flowing streames of blood.Priamus then, although he were half ded,Might not kepe in his wrath, nor yet his words,'But cryeth out : for this thy wicked work, 700And boldnesse eke such thing to enterprise,If in the heauens any iustice be,That of such things takes any care or kepe,According thankes, the Gods may yeld to thee,And send thee eke thy iust deserued hyre, 705That made me see the slaughter of my childe,And with his blood defile the fathers face.But he, by whom thow fainst thy self begot,Achilles, was to Priam not so stern.For loe he, tendring my most humble sute, 710The right and faith, my Hectors bloodlesse corpsRendred, for to be layd in sepulture.And sent me to my kingdome home againe.'Thus sayd the aged man : and therewithal!Forcelesse he cast his weake vnweldy .dart, 715Which, repulst from the brasse, where itgaue dint,Without sound hong vainly in the shieldes bosse.Quod Pyrrhus, 'then thow shalt this thing report.On message to Pelide my father goShew vnto him my cruel dedes, and how 720Neoptolem is swarued out of kinde.Now shalt thou dye,' quod he. And with that wordAt the altar him trembling gan he draw,Wallowing through the blodshed of his son :And, his lefthand all clasped in his heare.With his right arme drewe fourth his shining sword,Which in his side he thrust vp to the hilts.Of Priamus this was the fatal fine.The wofull end that was alotted him.Z-!?

'XIX, (b) songes and SONETTES, 2\^When he had seen his palace all on flame, 730With mine of his Troyan turrets ekeThat royal prince of Asie, which of lateReignd ouer so many peoples and realmes,Like a great stock now lieth on the shoreHis hed and sholders parted ben in twaine, 735A body now without renome and fame.(B)Descripcion of the restlesse state of a louer, with sute tohis ladie, to rue on his diyng hart.Tne Sonne hath twise brought furth his tender grene,And - clad the earth in liuely lustinesse : !(;,Ones haue the windes the trees despoiled clene, ' """'And new^ again begins their cruelnesse,Since I haue hid vnder my brest the harm : - 5That neuer shall recouer healthfulnesse. -,•The winters hurt recouers with the warm, ^ /.JThe parched grene restored is with ^ shade.What warmth (alas) may serue for to disarm.The frosen hart that mine in flame hath made ?What colde againe is able to restore &^-10My fresh grene yeares, that wither thus and fade ?Alas, I se, nothing hath hurt so sore, .But time in time reduceth a returne: ' ' *^'~'*^In time my harm increaseth more and more, 15And semes to haue my cure alwaies in scorne.Strange kindes of death in life that I doe trie,At hand to melt, farre of in flame to burne.And like as time list to my cure aply,AtA^1Second ed. ' Twise.' ' ' ^ Second ed. * ones.'^ First ed. ' with the'; but second ed. omits * the.'

:214 ^^^' LORD SURREY.Yelding <strong>the</strong> ghost, with flowing streames <strong>of</strong> blood.Priamus <strong>the</strong>n, although he were half ded,Might not kepe in his wrath, nor yet his words,'But cryeth out : for this thy wicked work, 700And boldnesse eke such thing <strong>to</strong> enterprise,If in <strong>the</strong> heauens any iustice be,That <strong>of</strong> such things takes any care or kepe,According thankes, <strong>the</strong> Gods may yeld <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong>e,And send <strong>the</strong>e eke thy iust deserued hyre, 705That made me see <strong>the</strong> slaughter <strong>of</strong> my childe,And with his blood defile <strong>the</strong> fa<strong>the</strong>rs face.But he, by whom thow fainst thy self begot,Achilles, was <strong>to</strong> Priam not so stern.For loe he, tendring my most humble sute, 710The right and faith, my Hec<strong>to</strong>rs bloodlesse corpsRendred, for <strong>to</strong> be layd in sepulture.And sent me <strong>to</strong> my kingdome home againe.'Thus sayd <strong>the</strong> aged man : and <strong>the</strong>rewithal!Forcelesse he cast his weake vnweldy .dart, 715Which, repulst <strong>from</strong> <strong>the</strong> brasse, where itgaue dint,Without sound hong vainly in <strong>the</strong> shieldes bosse.Quod Pyrrhus, '<strong>the</strong>n thow shalt this thing report.On message <strong>to</strong> Pelide my fa<strong>the</strong>r goShew vn<strong>to</strong> him my cruel dedes, and how 720Neop<strong>to</strong>lem is swarued out <strong>of</strong> kinde.Now shalt thou dye,' quod he. And with that wordAt <strong>the</strong> altar him trembling gan he draw,Wallowing through <strong>the</strong> blodshed <strong>of</strong> his son :And, his lefthand all clasped in his heare.With his right arme drewe fourth his shining sword,Which in his side he thrust vp <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> hilts.Of Priamus this was <strong>the</strong> fatal fine.The w<strong>of</strong>ull end that was alotted him.Z-!?

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