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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... Fathers , in their prime , Have sate ; —but now corroding age and crime Have left but what their ancient glory proves . Yet come : -and ' mid these mouldering Relics trace The pensive shadows of departed years ; Mark , how again , with ...
... Fathers , in their prime , Have sate ; —but now corroding age and crime Have left but what their ancient glory proves . Yet come : -and ' mid these mouldering Relics trace The pensive shadows of departed years ; Mark , how again , with ...
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... father to son , and are most in vogue among the common people : for " it is impossible that any thing should be universally " tasted and approved of by a multitude , which hath " not in it some peculiar aptness to please and gratify ...
... father to son , and are most in vogue among the common people : for " it is impossible that any thing should be universally " tasted and approved of by a multitude , which hath " not in it some peculiar aptness to please and gratify ...
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... fathers excelled in it , but we moderns have lost the art . It is observed , that we have few good English Odes : but to make amends we have many excel- lent Ballads , not inferior , perhaps , in true poetical merit to some of the very ...
... fathers excelled in it , but we moderns have lost the art . It is observed , that we have few good English Odes : but to make amends we have many excel- lent Ballads , not inferior , perhaps , in true poetical merit to some of the very ...
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... father of the present noble possessor . The Priory was both large and magnificent ; its walls and ruins occupy nearly twelve acres . The Gate - House was an elegant struc- ture . Its whole front is embellished with coats of arms finely ...
... father of the present noble possessor . The Priory was both large and magnificent ; its walls and ruins occupy nearly twelve acres . The Gate - House was an elegant struc- ture . Its whole front is embellished with coats of arms finely ...
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... Father was laid in his grave , In the Church - yard on Honington Green . I faintly remember the Man , Who died when I was but a child ; But far as my young mind could scan , His manners were gentle and mild : He won infant ears with his ...
... Father was laid in his grave , In the Church - yard on Honington Green . I faintly remember the Man , Who died when I was but a child ; But far as my young mind could scan , His manners were gentle and mild : He won infant ears with his ...
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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.
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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.
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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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