The Suffolk Garland: Or, a Collection of Poems, Songs, Tales, Ballads, Sonnets, and Elegies, Legendary and Romantic, Historical and Descriptive, Relative to that County; and Illustrative of Its Scenery, Places, Biography, Manners, Habits and CustomsJames Ford John Raw, 1818 - 404 psl. |
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... dear ; Nor long wilt thou my claim refuse , When to my bow'r I call thee , Muse . Come , let us wander thro ' the glade , Where willows throw , in lengthen'd shade , Their tangling arches o'er the rill , That steals its source from ...
... dear ; Nor long wilt thou my claim refuse , When to my bow'r I call thee , Muse . Come , let us wander thro ' the glade , Where willows throw , in lengthen'd shade , Their tangling arches o'er the rill , That steals its source from ...
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... Dear Muse ! to guide his varying line , As breathe , in ev'ry form and tone , Strange feelings scarce to painting known ; Effects sublime , and graces free That speak the soul of poësy ! Come , rest upon the beetling cliff , And mark ...
... Dear Muse ! to guide his varying line , As breathe , in ev'ry form and tone , Strange feelings scarce to painting known ; Effects sublime , and graces free That speak the soul of poësy ! Come , rest upon the beetling cliff , And mark ...
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... dear To me ; and when I go far , far away , Full oft amid thy scenes will memory stray . Ah ! virtue , taste , refinement pure are here ; And these , when view'd by fond affection's eye , Give thee an interest - which shall never die ...
... dear To me ; and when I go far , far away , Full oft amid thy scenes will memory stray . Ah ! virtue , taste , refinement pure are here ; And these , when view'd by fond affection's eye , Give thee an interest - which shall never die ...
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... dear ; Trust me , the tender are the most severe . Guard , while ' tis thine , thy philosophic ease , And ask no joy but that of virtuous peace ; That bids defiance to the storms of fate : High bliss is only for a higher state ...
... dear ; Trust me , the tender are the most severe . Guard , while ' tis thine , thy philosophic ease , And ask no joy but that of virtuous peace ; That bids defiance to the storms of fate : High bliss is only for a higher state ...
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... Dear to me was the wild - thorny hill ; And dear the brown heath's sober scene : And youth shall find happiness still , Tho ' he roves not on common or green : Tho ' the pressure of wealth's lordly hand Shall give emulation no scope ...
... Dear to me was the wild - thorny hill ; And dear the brown heath's sober scene : And youth shall find happiness still , Tho ' he roves not on common or green : Tho ' the pressure of wealth's lordly hand Shall give emulation no scope ...
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The Suffolk Garland Or, a Collection of Poems, Songs, Tales, Ballads ... James Ford Visos knygos peržiūra - 1818 |
The Suffolk Garland Or, a Collection of Poems, Songs, Tales, Ballads ... James Ford Visos knygos peržiūra - 1818 |
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Abbey Aldeburgh Aldham ancient Ballad Barnardiston beautiful Bigod blest bliss Bloomfield Blundeston Brandeston brave breast bright Bungay Bury Cambridge castle charms cheer church daughter dear death delight died doth Duke Earl Edmund Elegy fair fame fancy fire Garland grace green Hadleigh hand harvest hath Haverhill head heart heaven Henry Honington hour inscription Ipswich John Lydgate JOHN WEBB King Lady land live London Lord lov'd Lowestoft maid Majesty married merry mind Muse Nacton Nettlestead night Norfolk Norwich o'er Orwell parish Poem poor pow'r Rectory reign resided river Orwell ROBERT BLOOMFIELD round Saxmundham scene Sermon preached shade Shannon ships shore sighs song soon soul Southwold Stowmarket Suffolk sweet tale thee Thomas Tusser thou thro town Twas verse Waveney waves whilst wife William William Clubbe wind young youth
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28 psl. - Where other cares than those the Muse relates, And other shepherds dwell with other mates ; By such examples taught, I paint the Cot, As Truth...
vi psl. - Cowley: so, on the contrary, an ordinary song or ballad, that is the delight of the common people, cannot fail to please all such readers as are not unqualified for the entertainment by their affectation or ignorance; and the reason is plain, because the same paintings of nature which recommend it to the most ordinary reader, will appear beautiful to the most refined.
273 psl. - Her pure and eloquent blood Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought, That one might almost say her body thought.
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377 psl. - Yet Plenty reigns , and from her boundless hoard, Though not one jelly trembles on the board, Supplies the feast with all that sense can crave; With all that made our great forefathers brave, Ere the cloy'd palate countless flavours tried, And cooks had Nature's judgment set aside.
271 psl. - Divines and dying men may talk of hell, But in my heart her several torments dwell.
28 psl. - There poppies nodding, mock the hope of toil ; There the blue bugloss paints the sterile soil ; Hardy and high, above the slender sheaf, The slimy mallow waves her silky leaf; O'er the young shoot the charlock throws a shade, And clasping tares cling round the sickly blade...
378 psl. - Here once a year Distinction low'rs its crest, The master, servant, and the merry guest, Are equal all; and round the happy ring The reaper's eyes exulting glances fling, And, warm'd with gratitude, he quits his place, With sun-burnt hands and...
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155 psl. - O'er these waves for ever mourning Shall we roam deprived of rest, If to Britain's shores returning You neglect my just request ; After this proud foe subduing, When your patriot friends you see, Think on vengeance for my ruin, And for England shamed in me!