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... live , so would I gladly die . VII . His OVID . Epist . Sic ubi fata vocant , udis abjectus in herbis Ad vada Meandri concinit albus olor . The fiction of the fwan finging before her death has prevailed fince the earliest ages . Plato ...
... live , so would I gladly die . VII . His OVID . Epist . Sic ubi fata vocant , udis abjectus in herbis Ad vada Meandri concinit albus olor . The fiction of the fwan finging before her death has prevailed fince the earliest ages . Plato ...
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... live , and wronging dead ; That they may drink in pearle , and couch their head In foft , but fleepleffe downe , in rich but reftleffe bed . Oh ! let them in their gold quaffe dropfies down ; Oh ! let them furfeits feaft in filver ...
... live , and wronging dead ; That they may drink in pearle , and couch their head In foft , but fleepleffe downe , in rich but reftleffe bed . Oh ! let them in their gold quaffe dropfies down ; Oh ! let them furfeits feaft in filver ...
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... live , and finging die . So by fair Thames or Medway's filver flood , The dying fwanne , when yeares her temples pierce , In mufick - ftrains breathes out her life and verse ; And chaunting her own dirge , tides on her wat'ry herfe * K ...
... live , and finging die . So by fair Thames or Medway's filver flood , The dying fwanne , when yeares her temples pierce , In mufick - ftrains breathes out her life and verse ; And chaunting her own dirge , tides on her wat'ry herfe * K ...
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... live when thy proud enemie Shall rot , with scorn and base contempt opprest . Sure now in joy thou fafe and glad dost rest , Smil'ft at thofe eager foes , which here thee fo moleft . XVII . THIRSI L. Thomalin , mourn not for him ; he's ...
... live when thy proud enemie Shall rot , with scorn and base contempt opprest . Sure now in joy thou fafe and glad dost rest , Smil'ft at thofe eager foes , which here thee fo moleft . XVII . THIRSI L. Thomalin , mourn not for him ; he's ...
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... lives by dying . XVIII . THO- gined , that the fweeteft enjoyment of a poor and weary fisherman confifted in thofe few hours of fleep , when his batter'd cottage fhelter'd him from the ftorms of the night ; and that the height of his ...
... lives by dying . XVIII . THO- gined , that the fweeteft enjoyment of a poor and weary fisherman confifted in thofe few hours of fleep , when his batter'd cottage fhelter'd him from the ftorms of the night ; and that the height of his ...
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ALGO N Algon ALIN Amyntas beautiful boat breaſt Chame Chamus compofitions Cranebrook cure Damon DAPHNI defcribed defire delight doth eare ECLOGUE fafe faid fair fcorn fear feas felf fentiment fhall fhepherds fhore fhould filver fimplicity fing fire firſt fiſh fiſher Fletcher flow'r fmart foft fome fond fongs foon foul fpite fpring ftarres ftill ftorms ftream fuch fure fwain fweet Giles Fletcher golden grief hate hath heart heaven higheſt himſelf live Love's meaſure moft moſt mufes muſt Myrtilus never nymphs paffage paftoral pain Peneus Phinehas pipe PISCATORY plain pleafing pleaſe pleaſures poets prefent Proteus racter reft river river Medway rocks rofe ſhall ſhe ſpeak ſpend ſpite ſport ſtanza ſtate ſtay ſtill ſtorms ſweet taſte thee thefe Thelgon themſelves Theocritus theſe thine THIR Thirfil thofe THOM Thomalin thoſe thou thouſand thy love uſed verfe waves whofe windes wounds
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Page 59 - What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw ; The hungry sheep look up and are not fed, But swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly and foul contagion spread; Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once and smite no more.
Page 58 - That to the faithful herdman's art belongs! What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw; The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed...
Page 3 - Ceyx bed, Had left her young birds to the wavering sea, Bidding him calm his proud white-curled head, And change his mountains to a champian lea; The time when gentle Flora's lover...
Page 7 - Sire, went footing flow, His Mantle hairy, and his Bonnet fedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that fanguine flower infcrib'd with woe. Ah ; Who hath reft...
Page 128 - Whose presence, as along she went, The pretty flowers did greet, As though their heads they downward bent With homage to her feet. And all the shepherds that were nigh, From top of every hill, Unto the valleys loud did cry, There goes sweet Daffodil.
Page 121 - With that she dashed her on the lips So dyed double red ; Hard was the heart that gave the blow, Soft were those lips that bled.
Page 27 - One day (as chane't) he spied that painted boat Which once was his : though his of right it were, He bought it now again, and bought it deare. But Chame to Gripus gave it once again, Gripus, the basest and most dung-hill swain, That ever drew a net, or flsht in fruitful main, xv. Go now, ye fisher-boys, go learn to play, To play and sing along your Cbauius...
Page 58 - Enough of such as for their bellies' sake, Creep and intrude and climb into the fold? Of other care they little reck'ning make, Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast. And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths! that scarce themselves know how to hold A sheep-hook, or have learn'd aught else the least That to the faithful Herdman's art belongs!
Page 53 - Thelgon, my pipe is whole, and nets are new : But nets and pipe contemn'd, and idle lie : My little reed, that late so merry blew, Tunes sad notes to his...
Page 79 - Pomp on the city, plenty o'er the plain. Or by the banks of Isis shall we stray, (Ah, why so long from Isis' banks away !) Where thousand damsels dance, and thousand shepherds play? Or choose you rather Theron's calm retreat, Embosom'd, Surrey, in thy verdant vale, At once the Muses' and the Graces