Poetical narratives, epistles, and humourous pieces, selected from the most eminent authors
W. Plant Piercy, 1810 - 304 pages
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Page 79 - And more to lulle him in his slumber soft, A trickling streame from high rock tumbling downe, And ever-drizling raine upon the loft, Mixt with a murmuring winde, much like the sowne Of swarming Bees, did cast him in a swowne. No other noyse, nor peoples troublous cryes, As still are wont t'annoy the walled towne, Might there be heard ; but carelesse Quiet lyes Wrapt in eternall silence farre from enimyes.
Page 77 - With faire discourse the evening so they pas: For that olde man of pleasing wordes had store, And well could file his tongue as smooth as glas, He told of Saintes and Popes, and evermore He strowd an Ave-Mary after and before.
Page 92 - And now, lash'd on by destiny severe, With horror fraught, the dreadful scene drew near! The ship hangs hovering on the verge of death, Hell yawns, rocks rise, and breakers roar beneath!— In vain, alas! the sacred shades of yore Would arm the mind with philosophic lore; In vain they'd teach us, at the latest breath, To smile serene amid the pangs of death.
Page 78 - Whose double gates he findeth locked fast, The one faire fram'd of burnisht Yvory, The other all with silver overcast; And wakeful dogges before them farre doe lye, Watching to banish Care their enimy, Who oft is wont to trouble gentle Sleepe. By them the Sprite doth passe in quietly, And unto Morpheus comes, whom drowned deepe In drowsie fit he findes: of nothing he takes keepe.
Page 56 - The sun's bright orb, declining all serene, Now glanced obliquely o'er the woodland scene : Creation smiles around ; on every spray The warbling birds exalt their evening lay; Blithe skipping o'er yon hill, the fleecy train Join the deep chorus of the lowing plain ; The golden lime, and orange, there were seen On fragrant branches of perpetual green ; The crystal streams that velvet meadows lave, To the green ocean roll with chiding wave. The glassy ocean, hush'd, forgets to roar, But trembling murmurs...
Page 241 - Why feels my heart its long-forgotten heat ? Yet, yet I love! — From Abelard it came, And Eloisa yet must kiss the name.
Page 88 - Looke ! how the crowne, which Ariadne wore Upon her yvory forehead that same day That Theseus her unto his bridale bore, When the bold Centaures made that bloudy fray With the fierce Lapithes which did them dismay; Being now placed in the firmament, Through the bright heaven doth her beams display, And is unto the starres an ornament, Which round about her move in order excellent.
Page 95 - The deare remembrance of his dying Lord, For whose sweete sake that glorious badge he wore, And dead as living ever him ador'd: Upon his shield the like was also scor'd, For...
Page 75 - I chiefly doe inquere ; And shall thee well rewarde to shew the place, In which that wicked wight his dayes doth weare : For to all knighthood it is foule disgrace, That such a cursed creature lives so long a space.
Page 74 - And foorth they passe, with pleasure forward led, Joying to heare the birdes sweete harmony, Which, therein shrouded from the tempest dred, .Seemd in their song to scorne the cruell sky. Much can they praise the trees so straight and hy, The sayling Pine...