ISBN: 1130940594

[EAN: 9781130940596], Neubuch, CHARLES LAMB,ENGLAND, This item is printed on demand. Paperback. This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free… More...

[EAN: 9781130940596], Neubuch, CHARLES LAMB,ENGLAND, This item is printed on demand. Paperback. This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1893 Excerpt: . . . sends forth such music, that I never Was ravishd with a more celestial sound. Were every servant in the world like thee, So full of goodness, angels would come down To dwell with us: thy name is Angela, 30 And like that name thou art. Get thee to rest; Thy youth with too much watching is opprest. Any. No, my dear lady. I could weary stars, And force the wakeful moon to lose her eyes, By my late watching, but to wait on you. When at your prayers you kneel before the altar, Methinks I m singing with some quire in heaven, So blest I hold me in your company. Therefore, my most lovd mistress, do not bid Your boy, so serviceable, to get hence; 10 For then you break his heart. Dor. Be nigh me still, then. In golden letters down I ll set that day, Which gave thee to me. Little did I hope To meet such worlds of comfort in thyself, This little, pretty body, when I coming Forth of the Temple, heard my beggar-boy, My sweet-facd, godly beggar-boy, crave an alms, Which with glad hand I gave, with lucky hand; 19 And when I took thee home, my most chaste bosom Methought was filld with no hot wanton fire, But with a holy flame, mounting since higher, On wings of cherubims, than it did before. Ang. Proud am I that my ladys modest eye So likes so poor a servant. Dor. I have offerd Handfuls of gold but to behold thy parents. I would leave kingdoms, were I queen of some, To dwell with thy good father; for, the son Bewitching me so deeply with his presence, 30 He that begot him must dot ten times more. I pray thee, my sweet boy, shew me thy parents; Be not ashamed. Ang. I am not: I did never Know who my mother was; but, by yon palace, Filld with bright heavnly courtiers, I dare assure you And pawn these eyes upon it, and this hand, My father is in heavn; and, pretty . . . This item ships from La Vergne,TN.<

2012, ISBN: 1130940594

[EAN: 9781130940596], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****. This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers … More...

[EAN: 9781130940596], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****. This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1893 Excerpt: .sends forth such music, that I never Was ravish d with a more celestial sound. Were every servant in the world like thee, So full of goodness, angels would come down To dwell with us: thy name is Angela, 30 And like that name thou art. Get thee to rest; Thy youth with too much watching is opprest. Any. No, my dear lady. I could weary stars, And force the wakeful moon to lose her eyes, By my late watching, but to wait on you. When at your prayers you kneel before the altar, Methinks I m singing with some quire in heaven, So blest I hold me in your company. Therefore, my most lov d mistress, do not bid Your boy, so serviceable, to get hence; 10 For then you break his heart. Dor. Be nigh me still, then. In golden letters down I ll set that day, Which gave thee to me. Little did I hope To meet such worlds of comfort in thyself, This little, pretty body, when I coming Forth of the Temple, heard my beggar-boy, My sweet-fac d, godly beggar-boy, crave an alms, Which with glad hand I gave, with lucky hand; 19 And when I took thee home, my most chaste bosom Methought was fill d with no hot wanton fire, But with a holy flame, mounting since higher, On wings of cherubims, than it did before. Ang. Proud am I that my lady s modest eye So likes so poor a servant. Dor. I have offer d Handfuls of gold but to behold thy parents. I would leave kingdoms, were I queen of some, To dwell with thy good father; for, the son Bewitching me so deeply with his presence, 30 He that begot him must do t ten times more. I pray thee, my sweet boy, shew me thy parents; Be not ashamed. Ang. I am not: I did never Know who my mother was; but, by yon palace, Fill d with bright heav nly courtiers, I dare assure you And pawn these eyes upon it, and this hand, My father is in heav n; and, pretty .<

ISBN: 9781130940596

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