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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... poor Robinson sunk to rise no more ! The Editor of this Collection has in his possession the following CHARM in the hand - writing of Colson , which he subjoins literatim et verbatim . " A CHARM to make a young woman seem to be in love ...
... poor Robinson sunk to rise no more ! The Editor of this Collection has in his possession the following CHARM in the hand - writing of Colson , which he subjoins literatim et verbatim . " A CHARM to make a young woman seem to be in love ...
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... poor and old , And spread for thee a peaceful pillow ; And when to screen from winter's cold , Thou seek'st the hut beneath the willow , The muse's voice thy mind shall lure , To find distemper'd fancy's cure ; And I will seek , with ...
... poor and old , And spread for thee a peaceful pillow ; And when to screen from winter's cold , Thou seek'st the hut beneath the willow , The muse's voice thy mind shall lure , To find distemper'd fancy's cure ; And I will seek , with ...
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... other mates ; By such examples taught , I paint the cot , As truth will paint it , and as bards will not . Nor you , ye poor , of letter'd scorn complain C 4 27 Description of the Coast at Aldeburgh, by the Rev George Crabbe.
... other mates ; By such examples taught , I paint the cot , As truth will paint it , and as bards will not . Nor you , ye poor , of letter'd scorn complain C 4 27 Description of the Coast at Aldeburgh, by the Rev George Crabbe.
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... poor , of letter'd scorn complain , To the smoothest you is smooth in vain ; song O'ercome by labour and bow'd down by time , Feel you the barren flattery of a rhyme ? Can poets sooth you , when you pine for bread , By winding myrtles ...
... poor , of letter'd scorn complain , To the smoothest you is smooth in vain ; song O'ercome by labour and bow'd down by time , Feel you the barren flattery of a rhyme ? Can poets sooth you , when you pine for bread , By winding myrtles ...
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... poor protection from the poor . A PASTORAL SONG , Written at Butley , 1792 . BY THE REV . JOHN BLACK . The Rev. John Black was for many years a resi- dent at Woodbridge , and died there Aug. 30th , 1813 , in the 59th year of his age ...
... poor protection from the poor . A PASTORAL SONG , Written at Butley , 1792 . BY THE REV . JOHN BLACK . The Rev. John Black was for many years a resi- dent at Woodbridge , and died there Aug. 30th , 1813 , in the 59th year of his age ...
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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.
141 psl. - She turn'd— it stopt !— nought could she see Upon the gloomy plain ; But, as she strove the Sprite to flee, She heard the same again. Now terror seized her quaking frame ; For, where the path was bare. The trotting Ghost kept on the same : She mutter'd many a pray'r.
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!