Selection of Poems ...Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 |
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... hand pourtrays ! How fades the scene as we approach it near , And pain and sorrow strike ; how many ways . Yet of that tender heart , ah ! still retain A share for me and I will not complain . General Evening Post . IMPROMPTU . On a tax ...
... hand pourtrays ! How fades the scene as we approach it near , And pain and sorrow strike ; how many ways . Yet of that tender heart , ah ! still retain A share for me and I will not complain . General Evening Post . IMPROMPTU . On a tax ...
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... hand , but never speak . And if thy friends should prove unkind , And if hard foes thy soul oppress'd ; On my poor heart thou should'st recline , And rest thy head upon my breast . Nor be the pleasing hope in vain , That scenes like ...
... hand , but never speak . And if thy friends should prove unkind , And if hard foes thy soul oppress'd ; On my poor heart thou should'st recline , And rest thy head upon my breast . Nor be the pleasing hope in vain , That scenes like ...
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... , Of jolly good ale and olde . Back and side go bare , go bare , Both foot and hand go colde ; But , belly , God send thee good ale inoughe , Whether it be new or olde . I love no rost , but a nut browne toste 32 An old Ballad An old ...
... , Of jolly good ale and olde . Back and side go bare , go bare , Both foot and hand go colde ; But , belly , God send thee good ale inoughe , Whether it be new or olde . I love no rost , but a nut browne toste 32 An old Ballad An old ...
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... hand her lyre to mourn ? So sad thy songs of hopeless hearts complain , Love from his cyprian isle prepares to fly ; He hastes to listen to thy tender strain , And learn from thee to breathe a softer sigh . Peter Pindar . TRANSLATION OF ...
... hand her lyre to mourn ? So sad thy songs of hopeless hearts complain , Love from his cyprian isle prepares to fly ; He hastes to listen to thy tender strain , And learn from thee to breathe a softer sigh . Peter Pindar . TRANSLATION OF ...
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... hand , Would give thy poet more delight Than all Bocara's vaunted gold , Than all the gems of Samarcand . Boy , let yon liquid ruby flow , And bid thy pensive heart be glad , Whate'er the frowning zealots say ; Tell them their Eden ...
... hand , Would give thy poet more delight Than all Bocara's vaunted gold , Than all the gems of Samarcand . Boy , let yon liquid ruby flow , And bid thy pensive heart be glad , Whate'er the frowning zealots say ; Tell them their Eden ...
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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...