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Seite 31 - That breathe a gale of fragrance round, I charm the fairy-footed hours With my loved lute's romantic sound; Or crowns of living laurel weave For those that win the race at eve.
Seite 193 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love. Time drives the flocks from field to fold When rivers rage and rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh dumb; The rest complains of cares to come.
Seite 6 - And weigh'd down its beautiful head. The cup was all fill'd, and the leaves were all wet, And it seem'd to a fanciful view To weep for the buds it had left, with regret, On the flourishing bush where it grew. I hastily seized it, unfit as it was For a nosegay, so dripping and drown'd, And swinging it rudely, too rudely, alas! I snapp'd it, it fell to the ground. And such...
Seite 200 - While love, unknown among the blest, Parent of thousand wild desires, The savage and the human breast Torments alike with raging fires. With bright, but oft destructive, gleam, Alike o'er all his lightnings fly ; Thy lambent glories only beam Around the fav'rites of the sky.
Seite 8 - The sun sets in night, and the stars shun the day; But glory remains when their lights fade away! Begin, ye tormentors! your threats are in vain, For the son of Alknomook shall never complain.
Seite 66 - Pointing, the lovely moralist said : See, friend, in some few fleeting hours, See yonder, what a change is made. Ah me! the blooming pride of May, And that of beauty are but one: At morn both...
Seite 73 - With a friend and a pipe puffing sorrows away, And with honest old stingo was soaking his clay, His breath-doors of life on a sudden were shut, And he died full as big as a Dorchester butt. ** His body, when long in the ground it had lain, And time into clay had...
Seite 181 - WHEN BIBO thought fit from the world to retreat, As full of Champagne, as an egg's full of meat ; He wak'd in the boat, and to CHARON he said, He wou'd be row'd back, for he was not yet dead. Trim the boat, and sit quiet, stern CHARON reply'd, You may have forgot, you were drunk when you dy'd.
Seite 192 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.