The Poems of Phineas Fletcher

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C. Tiplady, 1869

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الصفحة 166 - His certain life, that never can deceive him, Is full of thousand sweets, and rich content: The...
الصفحة 165 - Thrice, oh! thrice happy, shepherd's life and state! When courts are happiness, unhappy pawns! His cottage low and safely humble gate Shuts out proud Fortune, with her scorns and fawns. No feared treason breaks his quiet sleep ; Singing all day, his flocks he learns to keep, Himself as innocent as are his simple sheep. No Serian worms he knows, that with their thread Draw out their silken lives — nor silken pride: His lambs...
الصفحة 23 - Windows, clear and bright; Let in the Object, and let out the Sight. And as the Timber is, or great, or small, Or strong, or weak, 'tis apt to stand, or fall...
الصفحة 145 - By them went Fido marshal of the field: Weak was his mother when she gave him day; And he at first a sick and weakly child, As e'er with tears welcomed the sunny ray; Yet when more years afford more growth and might, A champion stout he was, and puissant knight, As ever came in field, or shone in armor bright.
الصفحة 109 - Hardly the place of such antiquity, Or note of these great monarchies we find : Only a fading verbal memory, And empty name in writ is left behind : But when this second life and glory fades, And sinks at length in time's obscurer shades, A second fall succeeds, and double death invades.
الصفحة 174 - He still a bridegroom, she a gladsome bride ; Their hearts in love, like spheres still constant moving No change, no grief, no age can them befall; Their bridal bed is in that heavenly hall, Where all days are but one, and only one is all.
الصفحة 171 - So have I often seen a purple flower Fainting through heat, hang down her drooping head, But soon refreshed with a welcome shower, Begins again her lively beauties spread, And with new pride her silken leaves display ; And while the sun doth now more gently play, Lay out her swelling bosom to the smiling day.
الصفحة 116 - gins unmask his evening face, And calls the winking starres from drouzie rest : Home then my lambes ; the falling drops eschew ; To morrow shall ye feast in pastures new, And with the rising sunne banquet on pearled dew.
الصفحة 29 - Yet shall thou live, when thy great foe shall sink Beneath his mountain tombe, whose fame shall stink ; And time his blacker name shall blurre with blackest ink.
الصفحة 166 - Yet full of malice and of stubborn pride, Though oft had strove, and had been foild as oft, Boldly his death and certain fate defi'd: And mounted on his flaggie...