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... priest . " Besides poems , Rowley also wrote on history , architecture , etc .; and in addition to performing the priestly duties , he also produced dramas and interludes for the amusement of his patron . William Canynge was the younger ...
... priest . " Besides poems , Rowley also wrote on history , architecture , etc .; and in addition to performing the priestly duties , he also produced dramas and interludes for the amusement of his patron . William Canynge was the younger ...
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... priest of Chalma's triple idol said . High from the ground the youthful warriors sprung , Loud on the concave shell the lances rung : In all the mystic mazes of the dance , The youths of Banny's burning sands advance , Whilst the soft ...
... priest of Chalma's triple idol said . High from the ground the youthful warriors sprung , Loud on the concave shell the lances rung : In all the mystic mazes of the dance , The youths of Banny's burning sands advance , Whilst the soft ...
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... priests revered , Where in the days of old a god appear'd , ' Twas in the dead of night , at Chalma's feast , The ... priest ! This day the sun is rising in the east ; The sun , which shall illumine all the earth , Now , now is rising ...
... priests revered , Where in the days of old a god appear'd , ' Twas in the dead of night , at Chalma's feast , The ... priest ! This day the sun is rising in the east ; The sun , which shall illumine all the earth , Now , now is rising ...
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... these degenerate days for three a meal ; In ancient times , as various writers say , An alderman or priest ate three a day . With godlike strength the grinning Twitcher plies His stretching muscles THE CONSULIAD . 55.
... these degenerate days for three a meal ; In ancient times , as various writers say , An alderman or priest ate three a day . With godlike strength the grinning Twitcher plies His stretching muscles THE CONSULIAD . 55.
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... priest , No foe to Bacchanalian brutal rites , In vile confusion dozing off the nights . Tervono would be flattered ; shall I then In stigmatising satire shake the pen ? Muse , for his brow the laurel wreath prepare , 74 FRAGMENT .
... priest , No foe to Bacchanalian brutal rites , In vile confusion dozing off the nights . Tervono would be flattered ; shall I then In stigmatising satire shake the pen ? Muse , for his brow the laurel wreath prepare , 74 FRAGMENT .
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beauteous beauties bend Bertha blest blood breast Bristol Burgum burning Bute Canynge Catcott Cawna cease to sigh Celmonde charms Chatterton Clayfield clouds Colston's school D. G. Rossetti Dacians dark dart dead death divine doth ECLOGUE eyes fair fame fate fell fight fire flame Gaira genius glory grace happiness haste hath head heart heaven HECCAR holy honour Horace Walpole king light live loud lyre Madoc mantle mighty mind MISS HOYLAND morning Muse Narada Narva nature Nicou night numbers o'er pain passion plain pleasure Poems poet praise pride priest resign rise roll round Rowley sable sacred saints shine sing skies smile soft song soul sprite sweet swells Swift sword tear tell tempest thee thine Thomas Chatterton Thomas Rowley thou thunder tongue torments tree Twitcher unto virtue Watchet Whilst William Canynge ye Britons
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Страница 13 - I cannot but think myself singularly obliged by a gentleman with whom I have not the pleasure of being acquainted, when I read your very curious and kind letter, which I have this minute received.
Страница 267 - In the brier'd dell below; Hark! the death-owl loud doth sing To the nightmares, as they go: My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed All under the willow-tree. See! the white moon shines on high; Whiter is my true love's shroud...
Страница 267 - My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed All under the willow-tree. See! the white moon shines on high; Whiter is my true love's shroud: Whiter than the morning sky, Whiter than the evening cloud: My love is dead, Gone to his death-bed All under the willow-tree.
Страница 27 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night. Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again. From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure; and now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown grey in vain— Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented urn.
Страница 127 - Catcott is very fond of talk and fame — His wish a perpetuity of name ; Which to procure, a pewter altar's made, To bear his name, and signify his trade ; In pomp burlesqued the rising spire to head, To tell futurity a pewterer's dead.
Страница 17 - ... he has his own reasons for so doing, and is prudent. Need I remind you of the contrast ? The poverty of authors is a common observation, but not always a true one. No author can be poor who understands the arts of booksellers ; without this necessary knowledge the greatest genius may starve, and with it the greatest dunce live in splendour. This knowledge I have pretty well dipped into.
Страница 205 - Before him went the council-men, In scarlet robes and gold, And tassels spangling in the sun, Much glorious to behold...
Страница 111 - WHAT is war and all its joys ? Useless mischief, empty noise. What are arms and trophies won ? Spangles glittering in the sun. Rosy Bacchus, give me wine, Happiness is only thine ! What is love without the bowl? 'Tis a languor of the soul : Crown'd with ivy, Venus charms, Ivy courts me to her arms. Bacchus, give me love and wine, Happiness is only thine ! THE VIRGIN S CHOICE.
Страница 14 - As a second edition of my Anecdotes was published last year, I must not flatter myself that a third will be wanted soon, but I shall be happy to lay up any notices you will be so good as to extract for me, and send me at your leisure; for as it is uncertain when I may use them, I would by no means borrow and detain your MSS. "Give me leave to ask you, where Rowley's poems are to be found. I should not be sorry to print them, or at least a specimen of them, if they have never been printed.
Страница 202 - I do weep, That thou so soon must die, And leave thy sons and helpless wife ; . .. 'Tis this that wets mine eye.