Poetry and Poets: A Collection of the Choicest Anecdotes Relative to the Poets of Every Age and Nation. With Specimens of Their Works and Sketches of Their Biography, Volume 1Sherwood, Gilbert, & Piper, 1826 - Poetry |
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... thou abhor'd Of sillie boies ! Thence , for my voice , I must , no choice , Away of forse , like posting horse ; For sundrie men had placardes then Such child to take . The better brest , * the lesser rest , To serve the queer , † now ...
... thou abhor'd Of sillie boies ! Thence , for my voice , I must , no choice , Away of forse , like posting horse ; For sundrie men had placardes then Such child to take . The better brest , * the lesser rest , To serve the queer , † now ...
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... thou laiest the bane * for the rats Fort poisoning thy servant , theself , and thy brats . And in the following rule of the smaller eco- nomies : Save droppings and skimmings , however ye doo , For medcine , for cattell , for cart , and ...
... thou laiest the bane * for the rats Fort poisoning thy servant , theself , and thy brats . And in the following rule of the smaller eco- nomies : Save droppings and skimmings , however ye doo , For medcine , for cattell , for cart , and ...
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... thou have an end of mourning ? This long , long year I look in vain To see my only hope returning . * * * * Why art thou false to me and love ? ( While health and joy with thee are vanish'd ) Is it because forlorn I rove , Without a ...
... thou have an end of mourning ? This long , long year I look in vain To see my only hope returning . * * * * Why art thou false to me and love ? ( While health and joy with thee are vanish'd ) Is it because forlorn I rove , Without a ...
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... Thou alone , of thousands fair , Thou alone should'st be my chosen ! Every scene with thee would please , Every care and fear would fly me , Wintry storms and raging seas Would lose their gloom if thou wert nigh me . * Such , O Love ...
... Thou alone , of thousands fair , Thou alone should'st be my chosen ! Every scene with thee would please , Every care and fear would fly me , Wintry storms and raging seas Would lose their gloom if thou wert nigh me . * Such , O Love ...
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... thou think that I am afraid of it ? ' Having fingered the edge of it a little , he returned it , and said smiling , to the sheriff , This is a sharp medi- cine , but it is a sound cure for all diseases ; ' and having intreated the ...
... thou think that I am afraid of it ? ' Having fingered the edge of it a little , he returned it , and said smiling , to the sheriff , This is a sharp medi- cine , but it is a sound cure for all diseases ; ' and having intreated the ...
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Page 41 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with earth and dust; Who, in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust!
Page 132 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold. There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins ; Such harmony is in immortal souls...
Page 134 - And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures...
Page 110 - THEY made her a grave, too cold and damp " For a soul so warm and true ; " And she's gone to the Lake of the Dismal Swamp *, " Where, all night long, by a fire-fly lamp,
Page 139 - Gibbon shall teach me how to dress 'em In terms select and terse ; Jones teach me modesty and Greek ; Smith, how to think; Burke, how to speak; And Beauclerk to converse.
Page 155 - English miles ; though the actual breadth is barely one. The rapidity of the current is such that no boat can row directly across ; and it may in some measure be estimated, from the circumstance of the whole distance being accomplished by one of the parties in an hour and five, and by the other in an hour and ten minutes. The water was extremely cold, from the melting of the mountain snows.
Page 134 - As we ascended the hill, the variety of beautiful objects, the agreeable stillness and natural simplicity of the whole scene, gave us the highest pleasure. We at length reached the spot whence Milton undoubtedly took most of his images; it is on the top of the hill, from which there is a most extensive prospect on all sides : the distant mountains that seemed to support the clouds, the villages and turrets, partly shaded...
Page 135 - ... description, but that it was a most exact and lively representation of nature. Thus will this fine passage, which has always been admired for its elegance, receive an additional beauty from its exactness. After we had walked, with a kind of poetical enthusiasm, over this enchanted ground, we returned to the village...
Page 43 - SHALL I like a hermit dwell On a rock or in a cell, Calling home the smallest part That is missing of my heart, To bestow it where I may Meet a rival every day ? If she undervalue me, What care I how fair she be...
Page 115 - Far in the bosom of the deep, O'er these wild shelves my watch I keep; A ruddy gem of changeful light, Bound on the dusky brow of night, The seaman bids my lustre hail, And scorns to strike his timorous. sail.