Alphonsus, King of Arragon. James the Fourth. George-A-Greene, the Pinner of Wakefield. Specimen of the History of George-A-Greene. Ballad of the Jolly Pinder of Wakefield. Poems

Alphonsus, King of Arragon. James the Fourth. George-A-Greene, the Pinner of Wakefield. Specimen of the History of George-A-Greene. Ballad of the Jolly Pinder of Wakefield. Poems

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1831 edition. Excerpt: ...have parley, lords: herald, say he shall, And get thee gone: go, leave me to myself. Exit Herald. 'Twixt love and fear continual are' the wars: The one assures me of my Ida's love, The other moves me for my murder'd queen. Thus find I grief of that whereon I joy, And doubt in greatest hope, and death in weal, Alas, what hell may be compar'd with mine, Since in extremes my comforts do consist! War then will cease, when dead ones are reviv'd; Some then will yield, when I am dead for hope. Who doth disturb me? Andrew? AN 1). I think my mouth was made at first To tell these tragic tales, my liefest lord. K. or Scors. What, is Ateukin dead? tell me the worst. AND. No, but your Ida--shall I tell him all?--ls married late--ah! shall I say to whom?--My master sad--for why, he shames the court, ---Is fled away; ah most unhappy flight! Only myself--ah who can love you more!--To shew my duty, duty past belief, Am come unto your grace, O gracious liege, To let you know---O would it were not thus -That love is vain, and maids soon lost and won. K. or Scors. How have the partial heavens then dealt with me, Boding my weal for to abase my power! Alas, what thronging thoughts do me oppress! Injurious love is partial in my right, And flattering tongues by whom I was misled, Have laid a snare to spoil my state and me. Methinks I hear my Dorothea's ghost Howling revenge for my accursed hate. The ghosts' of those my subjects that are slain Pursue me crying out, woe, woe to lust! The foe pursues me at my palace door, He breaks my rest, and spoils me in my camp. Ah, flattering brood of sycophants, my toes! First shall my dire revenge begin on you. I will reward thee, Andrew. SLIP. Nay, sir, if you be in your...show more

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  • Paperback | 88 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 5mm | 172g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236754441
  • 9781236754448