Selection of Poems ...Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 |
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... gale . Sweet inspirers of thought ! and thou sweetest , thou dove , Whose silver plumes shine thro ' the boughs of the tree , Escap'd from the cage and away from thy love , All silent and sad , a companion to me ! Ah why , as I gaze on ...
... gale . Sweet inspirers of thought ! and thou sweetest , thou dove , Whose silver plumes shine thro ' the boughs of the tree , Escap'd from the cage and away from thy love , All silent and sad , a companion to me ! Ah why , as I gaze on ...
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... gale ! In each he hears the welcome of a friend . ' Tis she , ' tis she herself ! she waves her hand ! Soon is the anchor cast , the canvas furl'd , Soon thro ' the milk - white foam he springs to land , And clasps the maid he singled ...
... gale ! In each he hears the welcome of a friend . ' Tis she , ' tis she herself ! she waves her hand ! Soon is the anchor cast , the canvas furl'd , Soon thro ' the milk - white foam he springs to land , And clasps the maid he singled ...
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... the midnight hour , The river's murmur fills the sighing gale ; The screaming owl from the dismantled tow'r , Gives to the night her long resounding wail . G The tortur'd breast now paints athwart the gloom , Terrific 81.
... the midnight hour , The river's murmur fills the sighing gale ; The screaming owl from the dismantled tow'r , Gives to the night her long resounding wail . G The tortur'd breast now paints athwart the gloom , Terrific 81.
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... gale to curl the stream , And , master , half our work is done . There , whilst behind some bush we wait , The scaly people to betray , We'll prove it just , with treach'rous bait , To make the quick - ey'd trout our prey . And think ...
... gale to curl the stream , And , master , half our work is done . There , whilst behind some bush we wait , The scaly people to betray , We'll prove it just , with treach'rous bait , To make the quick - ey'd trout our prey . And think ...
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... gale , I always turn to you . And tho ' gay pleasure's rosy train Unfold each magic hue , O'er ev'ry scene those beauties reign , I always turn to you . In vain another wou'd inspire , Or make my heart untrue ; I feel , alas ! but one ...
... gale , I always turn to you . And tho ' gay pleasure's rosy train Unfold each magic hue , O'er ev'ry scene those beauties reign , I always turn to you . In vain another wou'd inspire , Or make my heart untrue ; I feel , alas ! but one ...
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adieu beauty beneath bless blest bliss to thee bloom bosom breast breath bright Charlotte Smith charms charms beneath cheek dear death delight despair e'er ev'ning ev'ry fair fancy fate fear flow'r fond fondly friges gale gentle glowing grace grief grove happy hear heart heaven hope hour kiss kiss the sky lips lonely lov'd Love wave lute maid mighty fell mind morning beams mourn muse native ne'er night nymph o'er pain pale passion peace pensive Pindar pity pleasure pleasure's pow'r R. B. SHERIDAN rapture reign rill rose ROSLINE CASTLE scene scorn shade shou'd sigh sleep smile soft song SONNET sooth sorrow soul strain stream swain sweet swell tear tell tender thine thou thought thro trembling vale vermil VERSES vex'd virtue voice vows wander wave Whilst wild WILLIAM SHENSTONE wind yonder youth
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Seite 253 - A gown made of the finest wool, Which from our pretty lambs we pull, Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold. ' A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs : And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my Love.
Seite 97 - Content I live, this is my stay; I seek no more than may suffice; I press to bear no haughty sway; Look, what I lack my mind supplies. Lo, thus I triumph like a king, Content with that my mind doth bring.
Seite 93 - Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend, And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend ; This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall ; Lord of himself, though not of lands ; And having nothing, yet hath all.
Seite 392 - Going to the Wars Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. 1 Imprisoned or caged. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
Seite 254 - 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.
Seite 259 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Seite 93 - HOW happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill...
Seite 297 - Let wind and weather do its worst, Be you to us but kind, Let Dutchmen vapour, Spaniards curse, No sorrow we shall find : ' Tis then no matter how things go. Or who's our friend or who's our foe.
Seite 338 - No, Sir ; there is nothing which has yet been contrived by man, by which so much happiness is produced as by a good tavern or inn.
Seite 98 - Some have too much, yet still do crave; I little have, and seek no more. They are but poor, though much they have, And I am rich with little store; They poor, I rich; they beg, I give; They lack, I leave; they pine, I live. I laugh not at another's loss, I grudge not at another's gain...