The West Country Garland: Selected from the Writings of the Poets of Devon and Cornwall, from the Fifteenth to the Nineteenth Century, with Folk Songs and Traditional VersesHoulson & sons, 1875 - 176 من الصفحات |
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Amalveor ancient Cornish apple-dumplings beauty Bevill Grenville bless blest born at Plymouth bosom brave breath bright brow Cæsar charms chilblains COPLAS DE JORGE Cornish language Cornwall dark Dartmoor Davies Gilbert Dear Phillis death Devon Devonshire lane didst DOLLY PENTREATH doth dumpling e'en earth Exeter eyes fair fame Farewell fire flame fond Fowey frowning Grenville Gwills HALF-PEELED TURNIP hast hath heart heaven hill honour JORGE MANRIQUE Kind shepherd King Lady light live Lord LYDFORD LAW Menadarva mighty ne'er never night nought numbered o'er ocean Peter Pindar Pindar Plymouth poems poets Polwhele Ponsanooth pray proud pussy rain roar rocks round rude scorn shade Sheepstor shine shore Sir Francis Drake Sir John song soul stream swain sweet swords thee thou towers town Tregavarah Tregerthen Treneere turnip Twas vale verse waves wild winds wing wood Zich
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الصفحة 69 - She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace; For well she knew, I could not choose But gaze upon her face.
الصفحة 22 - HE that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires, Or from star-like eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires: As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away. But a smooth and steadfast mind, Gentle thoughts, and calm desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires: — Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes.
الصفحة 70 - And that unknowing what he did, He leaped amid a murderous band, And saved from outrage worse than death The Lady of the Land...
الصفحة 126 - Off the curdled sky. Hark! The brave North-easter! Breast-high lies the scent, On by holt and headland, Over heath and bent. Chime, ye dappled darlings, Through the sleet and snow! Who can over-ride you? Let the horses go! Chime, ye dappled darlings, Down the roaring blast; You shall see a fox die Ere an hour be past. Go! and rest to-morrow, Hunting in your dreams, While our skates are ringing O'er the frozen streams. Let the luscious South-wind Breathe in lovers' sighs, While the lazy gallants Bask...
الصفحة 54 - My vows shall ever true remain; Let me kiss off that falling tear; We only part to meet again. Change, as ye list, ye" winds; my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee. Believe not what the landmen say, Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind: They'll tell thee, sailors when away In every port a mistress find. Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so, For thou art present wheresoe'er I go.
الصفحة 3 - A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten ; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw, and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps, and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be thy love.
الصفحة 22 - He that loves a rosy cheek, Or a coral lip admires : Or from starlike eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires : As old time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away. But a smooth and steadfast mind, Gentle thoughts and calm desires; Hearts with equal love combined ; Kindle never-dying fires. Where these are not, I despise Lovely cheeks, or lips, or eyes...
الصفحة 2 - If all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy Love.
الصفحة 16 - An age of pleasures, revelled out, comes home At last, and ends in sorrow ; but the life, Weary of riot, numbers every sand, Wailing in sighs, until the last drop down ; So to conclude calamity in rest.
الصفحة 128 - A GOOD sword and a trusty hand ! A merry heart and true ! King James's men shall understand What Cornish lads can do. And have they fixed the where and when? And shall Trelawny die? Here's twenty thousand Cornish men Will know the reason why...