Quaint Gleanings from Ancient Poetry: A Collection of Curious Poetical Compositions of the XVIth, XVIIth, and XVIIIth CenturiesEdmund Goldsmid Priv. print., 1884 - 54 strani |
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43 Too soon alwaye Anthony Munday BALLAD Beast beat em BEAUTIES Bengal blest BONNY LASS Brat BRAWNY BISHOP'S COMPLAINT CAPTIVITY OF JOHN Cuddalore DIRGE doth e'en E'er Elliott's Town fear feign'd Fitzherbert FLEET Foes French Gold grace Gualior's HARVARD COLLEGE HASTINGS AT CHELTENHAM hath Hearts Heaven Honour Horse IMITATION OF HORACE India INISKILLING REGIMENT John Fox JUSTICE IN MASQUERADE keepe King Land Lord Clive committed Madras Maratta MARSEILLAISE MEGLIORA SPERO midst Hordes unknown mighty mind MIRACLE mirth to shine muse already thine musty Barn name midst Hordes Nation ne'er nought Through thought o'er Oaten once PANYGYRICK UPON OATES PATRIOTS peace POOR BLIND BOY pray present bounties yields QUAINT GLEANINGS Royal SATYR Scindia Scots Shed thy leaves SHEPHERD'S MOURNFUL FATE Squibs sword thee thine Her present thou thy soule try'd turn'd Twas TWICE VENTURED undone untwine VERSES Warren Hastings whene'er Whore wish they may-in ye brave
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Stran 11 - OH last and best of Scots ! who didst maintain Thy country's freedom from a foreign reign ; New people fill the land now thou art gone, New gods the temples, and new kings the throne.
Stran 49 - YE sons of freedom, wake to glory! Hark! hark! what myriads bid you rise! Your children, wives, and grandsires hoary, Behold their tears, and hear their cries! Shall hateful tyrants, mischief breeding, With hireling hosts, a ruffian band, Affright and desolate the land, While peace and liberty lie bleeding? To arms! to arms! ye brave! Th" avenging sword unsheath ; March on!
Stran 30 - twere always day. With heavy sighs I often hear You mourn my hapless woe ; But sure with patience I can bear A loss I ne'er can know. Then let not what I cannot have My cheer of mind destroy, Whilst thus I sing, I am a king, Although a poor blind boy.
Stran 42 - The restless thought, and wayward will, And discontent attend him still, Nor quit him while he lives ; At sea, care follows in the wind, At land, it mounts the pad behind, Or with the post-boy drives.
Stran 7 - weakest hearts," the books of CUPID'S arts, " turned with her wheel, Senseless themselves shall prove. Venture hath place in love. Ask them that feel ! " This discord it begot atheists, that honour not. NATURE thought good FORTUNE should ever dwell in Court where wits excel ; LOVE keep the wood. So to the wood went I, with LOVE to live and die. FORTUNE'S forlorn. Experience of my youth made me think humble TRUTH In deserts born.
Stran 43 - From life's oppression freed. An early death was Elliot's* doom, I saw his opening virtues bloom, And manly sense unfold Too soon to fade. I bade the stone, Record his name 'midst hordes unknown, Unknowing what it told.
Stran 12 - POOR SHEPHERD'S MOURNFUL FATE ! WILLIAM HAMILTON of Bangour. From the " Tea-Table Miscellany," 1724. AH, the poor shepherd's mournful fate, When doom'd to love and doom'd to languish, To bear the scornful fair one's hate, Nor dare disclose his anguish ! Yet eager looks and dying sighs My secret soul discover, While rapture trembling through mine eyes Reveals how much I love her. The tender glance, the reddening cheek O'erspread with rising blushes, A thousand various ways they speak, A thousand various...
Stran 43 - HERE lies poor Johnson. Reader, have a care, Tread lightly, lest you rouse a sleeping bear : Religious, moral, generous, and humane He was, but self-sufficient, rude, and vain ; Ill-bred and overbearing in dispute, A scholar and a Christian — yet a brute.
Stran 47 - A land where one may pray with curst intent, Oh, may they never suffer banishment !' Had Cain been Scot, God would have chang'd his doom ; Not forc'd him wander, but confin'd him home.
Stran 50 - Like gods would bid their slaves adore; But man is man, and who is more? Then shall they longer lash and goad us?