Selection of Poems ...Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 |
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... lost her Garter .... 197 187 .... .... 188 190 193 Ode to Content . .... To the Blackbird Love ..... Verses by Sir Henry Lea Stanzas by Lord Capel , a Prisoner in the 198 201 202 203 Tower . 204 The Garland • 207 On a Tuft of early ...
... lost her Garter .... 197 187 .... .... 188 190 193 Ode to Content . .... To the Blackbird Love ..... Verses by Sir Henry Lea Stanzas by Lord Capel , a Prisoner in the 198 201 202 203 Tower . 204 The Garland • 207 On a Tuft of early ...
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... lip of love ? Had you seen the lovely stranger , And had been so sweetly bid ; You had lost all thought of danger , And lov'd him more than Mira did . English Chronicle . FIELDS OF FONTENAY . FAREWELL fields of Fontenay , Where 5.
... lip of love ? Had you seen the lovely stranger , And had been so sweetly bid ; You had lost all thought of danger , And lov'd him more than Mira did . English Chronicle . FIELDS OF FONTENAY . FAREWELL fields of Fontenay , Where 5.
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... lost visions of my days renew ; Why paint the vernal landscape green and fair , When life's gay dawn was opening to my view . Ah ! wherefore bring those moments of delight , When with my Anna , on the southern shore ; I thought the ...
... lost visions of my days renew ; Why paint the vernal landscape green and fair , When life's gay dawn was opening to my view . Ah ! wherefore bring those moments of delight , When with my Anna , on the southern shore ; I thought the ...
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... sweets resume . Thy heart , when all its cares are past , Shall every long - lost joy regain ; But mine , alas ! that pitied thine , I fear will never rest again . Anonymous . MARY . WHEN first those beauties met my sight , 16.
... sweets resume . Thy heart , when all its cares are past , Shall every long - lost joy regain ; But mine , alas ! that pitied thine , I fear will never rest again . Anonymous . MARY . WHEN first those beauties met my sight , 16.
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... be crost , Duncan , thou'rt for ever lost . On he goes ! -resistless fate Hastes to fill his mortal date ; Cease your warnings , vain , tho ' true , Murder'd king , adieu ! -adieu ! Dr. Aikin . TO E. S * * * D. WHEN shall I 26.
... be crost , Duncan , thou'rt for ever lost . On he goes ! -resistless fate Hastes to fill his mortal date ; Cease your warnings , vain , tho ' true , Murder'd king , adieu ! -adieu ! Dr. Aikin . TO E. S * * * D. WHEN shall I 26.
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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...