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 oldal |
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10. oldal
... Muse . Nor yet the bee , to care alive , On sounding wing hath left his hive ; The haunt of busier man is still ; The morn beam slants athwart the hill ; Unconscious draws the blackbird nigh , Then starts , a stranger form to spy , And ...
... Muse . Nor yet the bee , to care alive , On sounding wing hath left his hive ; The haunt of busier man is still ; The morn beam slants athwart the hill ; Unconscious draws the blackbird nigh , Then starts , a stranger form to spy , And ...
11. oldal
... 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 either hill , And gently winds its covert way , Scarce gleaming to the eye of ...
... 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 either hill , And gently winds its covert way , Scarce gleaming to the eye of ...
12. oldal
... 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 that ...
... 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 that ...
13. oldal
... Muse , employ thy sweetest strain To cure the ancient wand'rer's pain . " I The Spell . “ O rest thee , rest thee , sailor bold , In lowly hut beneath the willow , Warm fire shall chase the Autumn's cold , And fragrant woodruffe strew ...
... Muse , employ thy sweetest strain To cure the ancient wand'rer's pain . " I The Spell . “ O rest thee , rest thee , sailor bold , In lowly hut beneath the willow , Warm fire shall chase the Autumn's cold , And fragrant woodruffe strew ...
15. oldal
... muse's voice thy mind shall lure , To find distemper'd fancy's cure ; And I will seek , with book and bell , To frame for thee an holier spell : Till then , poor wand'rer , fare thee well . " Now tune the lyre to Lydian measure , For ...
... muse's voice thy mind shall lure , To find distemper'd fancy's cure ; And I will seek , with book and bell , To frame for thee an holier spell : Till then , poor wand'rer , fare thee well . " Now tune the lyre to Lydian measure , For ...
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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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - Her pure and eloquent blood Spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought, That one might almost say her body thought.
141. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - Divines and dying men may talk of hell, But in my heart her several torments dwell.
28. oldal - 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. oldal - 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...
115. oldal - Pray, sir, did you not send for me," By such a messenger ? said she : Which made his hair stare on his head, As knowing well that he was dead. " Where is he ? " then to her he said ; " He's in the stable," quoth the maid. " Go in," said he, " and go to bed ; " I'll see the horse well littered.
155. oldal - 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!