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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... died April 8 , 1797 , in his 75th year , and lies buried in the chancel of the Church of Onehouse , but without any inscription to his memory . NO gilded roofs here strain the gazer's eye ; No goblets flow with noxious luxury ; Sleep ...
... died April 8 , 1797 , in his 75th year , and lies buried in the chancel of the Church of Onehouse , but without any inscription to his memory . NO gilded roofs here strain the gazer's eye ; No goblets flow with noxious luxury ; Sleep ...
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... 1760 , when he was presented by Edward Vernon , esq . to the vicarage of Great Thurlow . He died in 1774 . 66 66 He was the intimate friend of James Thomson , who gives him the following character in his Castle of Indolence c 3 25.
... 1760 , when he was presented by Edward Vernon , esq . to the vicarage of Great Thurlow . He died in 1774 . 66 66 He was the intimate friend of James Thomson , who gives him the following character in his Castle of Indolence c 3 25.
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... died there Aug. 30th , 1813 , in the 59th year of his age . He was licenced to the perpetual curacy of Butley in 1789 ; and to that of Ramsholt in 1807 ; and was highly respected for the excellency of his understanding , and the amiable ...
... died there Aug. 30th , 1813 , in the 59th year of his age . He was licenced to the perpetual curacy of Butley in 1789 ; and to that of Ramsholt in 1807 ; and was highly respected for the excellency of his understanding , and the amiable ...
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... 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 lore , Nor let young ideas run wild , Tho ' his hand the severe rod of pow'r Never sway'd o'er a ...
... 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 lore , Nor let young ideas run wild , Tho ' his hand the severe rod of pow'r Never sway'd o'er a ...
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... died , according to the testimony of history , a sincere convert to christianity , about the year 889 , and was buried within the ground now occupied by the present church of Hadleigh . An ornamental gothic arch , in the wall of the ...
... died , according to the testimony of history , a sincere convert to christianity , about the year 889 , and was buried within the ground now occupied by the present church of Hadleigh . An ornamental gothic arch , in the wall of the ...
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26. 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.
334. oldal - No rake takes here what Heaven to all bestows — Children of want, for you the bounty flows ! And every cottage from the plenteous store Receives a burden nightly at its door. Hark ! where the sweeping scythe now rips along, Each sturdy mower, emulous and strong, Whose writhing form meridian heat defies, Bends o'er his work, and every sinew tries; Prostrates the waving treasure at his feet, But spares the rising clover, short and sweet.
135. 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.
253. oldal - Divines and dying men may talk of hell, But in my heart her several torments dwell.
26. 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...
104. oldal - Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
304. oldal - The way was long, the wind was cold, The minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses gray, Seemed to have known a better day ; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy. The last of all the bards was he Who sung of Border chivalry ; For, well-aday! their date was fled; His tuneful brethren all were dead; And he, neglected and oppressed, Wished to be with them, and at rest.
183. oldal - To read what manner music that might be: For all that pleasing is to living ear, Was there consorted in one harmony; Birds, voices, instruments, winds, waters, all agree. The joyous birds, shrouded in cheerful shade, Their notes unto the voice attempered sweet; Th' angelical soft trembling voices made To th...
368. oldal - Backe and syde go bare, go bare, Booth foote and hand go colde, But belly, God send thee good ale ynoughe Whether it be new or olde.