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Page 134
... CUDDY , CLoddipole . T LOBBIN CLOUT . HY younglings , Cuddy , are but just awake , No thruftles fhrill the bramble bush forfake , No chirping lark the welkin fheen invokes , No damfel yet the fwelling udder strokes ; O'er yonder hill ...
... CUDDY , CLoddipole . T LOBBIN CLOUT . HY younglings , Cuddy , are but just awake , No thruftles fhrill the bramble bush forfake , No chirping lark the welkin fheen invokes , No damfel yet the fwelling udder strokes ; O'er yonder hill ...
Page 135
... CUDDY . Hold , witless Lobbin Clout , I thee advise , Left blifters fore on thy own tongue arise . Lo yonder ... CUDDY . CUDDY . Begin thy carrols , then , thou vaunting ENGLISH POES Y. 135.
... CUDDY . Hold , witless Lobbin Clout , I thee advise , Left blifters fore on thy own tongue arise . Lo yonder ... CUDDY . CUDDY . Begin thy carrols , then , thou vaunting ENGLISH POES Y. 135.
Page 136
Oliver Goldsmith. CUDDY . Begin thy carrols , then , thou vaunting flouch ;. Be thine the oaken ftaff , or mine the ... CUDDY . My brown Buxoma is the featest maid , That e'er at wake delightfome gambol play'd .. Clean as young lambkins ...
Oliver Goldsmith. CUDDY . Begin thy carrols , then , thou vaunting flouch ;. Be thine the oaken ftaff , or mine the ... CUDDY . My brown Buxoma is the featest maid , That e'er at wake delightfome gambol play'd .. Clean as young lambkins ...
Page 137
... Cuddy , while I'm bold to say , Her breath was sweeter than the ripen'd hay . CUDDY . As my Buxoma , in a morning fair , With gentle finger ftrok'd her milky care , I queintly ftole a kifs ; at firft , ' tis true , She frown'd , yet ...
... Cuddy , while I'm bold to say , Her breath was sweeter than the ripen'd hay . CUDDY . As my Buxoma , in a morning fair , With gentle finger ftrok'd her milky care , I queintly ftole a kifs ; at firft , ' tis true , She frown'd , yet ...
Page 138
... CUDDY . In good roaft - beef my landlord fticks his knife , The capon fat delights his dainty wife , Pudding our parfon eats , the ' fquire loves hare , But white - pot thick is my Buxoma's fare . While fhe loves white - pot , capon ne ...
... CUDDY . In good roaft - beef my landlord fticks his knife , The capon fat delights his dainty wife , Pudding our parfon eats , the ' fquire loves hare , But white - pot thick is my Buxoma's fare . While fhe loves white - pot , capon ne ...
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Balaam beſtow bleffings Blouzelind breaſt breath cry'd CUDDY Dæmon defcend defigns ECLOGUE erft Eurydice Ev'n ev'ry eyes facred fafe faid fair fame fate fatire fecret fecure feen fhade fhall fhining fhould fide fighs fight filent filk filver fing fire firft firſt fleep flow'rs fmiles foft folemn fome fong foon foul ftands ftate ftill ftreams fuch fung fwains fweet fwell Gnome guife hair heart Heav'n heel I three himſelf juft king laft laſt lefs LOBBIN CLOUT loft Lubberkin maid moſt mufe mufic muſt numbers Nymph o'er paffion parterre plain pleaſure poet pow'r praiſe pray'r raiſe reft rife roſe ſcenes ſhade ſhall ſharp ſhe ſkies ſky ſpread ſpring ſtate ſtill ſtrain Sylphs tears thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand three times mark thro trembling turn me thrice Twas Umbriel uſeful Vafes ween whofe Whoſe winds youth
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Page 49 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid, Dancing in the chequer'd shade; And young and old come forth to play On.
Page 42 - Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom...
Page 47 - Come, and trip it as you go, On the light fantastic toe ; And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph, sweet Liberty; And if I give thee honour due, Mirth, admit me of thy crew, To live with her and live with thee, In unreproved pleasures free...
Page 39 - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys! Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
Page 57 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath and near his fav'rite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill. Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he; "The next with dirges due in sad array Slow thro' the church-way path we saw him borne.
Page 47 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek ; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Page 57 - Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frown'd not on his humble birth, And melancholy mark'd him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere...
Page 216 - To build, to plant, whatever you intend, To rear the column, or the arch to bend, To swell the terrace, or to sink the grot; In all, let Nature never be forgot.
Page 54 - Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave. Await alike the inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
Page 50 - With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit, or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend.