Piscatory Eclogues: With Other Poetical MiscellaniesA. Kincaid and W. Creech, 1771 - 151 sider |
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Piscatory Eclogues: With Other Poetical Miscellanies (Classic Reprint) Phinehas Fletcher Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2018 |
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ALGO N Algon ALIN Amyntas beautiful becauſe boat breaſt Chame Chamus CHROMIS compofition Cranebrook cure Damon DAPHNI defcribed defire delight difdain DORU doth eare eaſe ECLOGUE fafely fair fcorn fear feas feen felf fentiment fhall fhame fhepherd fhore fhould filver fimplicity fing fire firft firſt fiſh fiſhers flow'r fome fond fong foon foul fpite ftarres ftill ftorms ftreams fuch fure fwain fweet GILES FLETCHER grief hapleffe hate hath heart heaven higheſt himſelf live Love's meaſure moft moſt mufes muſt Myrtilus never nymphs OVID paffage paftoral pain Peneus PHINEHAS pipe plain pleafing pleaſe pleaſure poets prefent Proteus racter reft reſt river river Medway rocks ſcene ſhall ſhe ſpeak ſpite ſpring ſtanza ſtate ſtay ſtill ſweet thee thefe THEL Thelgon themſelves Theocritus theſe thine THIR Thirfil thofe THOM Thomalin thoſe thou thouſand thy love uſe waves Whofe windes wounds
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Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 7 - Whether nature joyn'd with art, had wrought me, Or I too much beleev'd the fidier's praife ; Or whether Phcebus...
Side 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...
Side 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...
Side 148 - ... he finds, With broken murmurs thinks weak shores to fear, Scorning such sandy cords his proud head binds; More than where rivers in the summer's ray, Through covert glades cutting their shady way, Run tumbling down the lawns and with the pebbles play. Thy strains to hear, old Camus from his cell '" Comes guarded with an hundred nymphs around, An hundred nymphs, that in his rivers dwell, About him flock with water-lilies crowned...
Side 58 - Like to that fanguine flower infcrib'd with woe. Ah ; Who hath reft (quoth he) my deareft pledge ? Laft came, and laft did go, The Pilot of the Galilean lake, Two...
Side 73 - No sooner drinks he down that poisonous eye, But mourns and pines: (ah piteous crueltie!) With her he longs to live; for her he longs to die.
Side 13 - Which oft to hoar, fair Thetis, from her cell — Thetis, the queen of seas, attended round With hundred nymphs, and many powers that dwell In th' ocean's rocky walls — came up to hear.
Side 46 - Thy honied tongue, charming the melted eares, Stills stormy hearts, and quiets frights and fears : My daring heart provokes thee ; and no wonder, When earth so high aspires, if heavens thunder.