The History of the County and City of Cork, Band 1

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T.C. Newby, 1861
 

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Seite 245 - Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd. A certain aim he took At a fair vestal throned by the west; And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts; But I might see
Seite 246 - missed. Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, What hell it is, in suing long to bide: To lose good days, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put
Seite 244 - a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Seite 244 - My gentle Puck come hither, thou remember'st Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid ou a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Seite 66 - courted and caressed, High placed in hall, a welcome guest, He poured to lord and lady gay The unpremeditated lay. Old times were changed, old manners gone, A stranger filled the Stuarts' throne; The bigots of the iron time Had called his harmless art a
Seite 247 - of body, fortune, and of mind. The first my being to me gave by kind, From mother's womb deriv'd by dew descent; The second is my sovereigne queene most kind, That honour and large richesse to me lent: The third, my love, my life's last ornament By whom my spirit out of dust was raysed
Seite 244 - And, by her hellish science raised straight way. A foggy mist that overcast the day, And a dull blast that breathing on her face, Dimmed her former beauties shining ray, And with foule ugly forme did her disgrace : Then was she fayre alone, when none was faire in place.
Seite 66 - A wandering harper, scorned and poor, He begged his bread from door to door, And tuned, to please a peasant's ear, The harp a king had loved to hear.
Seite 236 - Whether allured with my pipes delight, Whose pleasing sound yshrilled far about, Or thither led by chaunce, I know not right: Whom when I asked from what place he came, And how he bight, himself he did ycleepe,
Seite 194 - in his way, and when he goeth abroad in the night in freebooting, it is his best and surest friend, for lying, as they often do, two or three nights together abroad, to watch for their booty, with that they can prettily shroud themselves under a bush

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