The lyre of love [ed. by P.L. Courtier].Charles Whittingham, 1806 |
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... lip of the nymph we admire Seems for ever adorn'd with a smile . She is faithless , and I am undone ! Ye that witness the woes I endure ; Let reason instruct you to shun What it cannot instruct you to cure . Beware , how you loiter in ...
... lip of the nymph we admire Seems for ever adorn'd with a smile . She is faithless , and I am undone ! Ye that witness the woes I endure ; Let reason instruct you to shun What it cannot instruct you to cure . Beware , how you loiter in ...
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... lips , as if there I could grow , And fear I'm in love , though I answer " no , no . " She tells me her faults , as she sits on my knee ; I chide her , and swear she's an angel to me : My shoulder she taps , and still bids me think so ...
... lips , as if there I could grow , And fear I'm in love , though I answer " no , no . " She tells me her faults , as she sits on my knee ; I chide her , and swear she's an angel to me : My shoulder she taps , and still bids me think so ...
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... lips shall close , Unalter'd love , as faith , professing ; Nor , praising him who life bestows , Forget who makes that gift a blessing ! My last address to Heaven is due ; The last but one is all - to you . SIR CHARLES HANBURY WILLIAMS ...
... lips shall close , Unalter'd love , as faith , professing ; Nor , praising him who life bestows , Forget who makes that gift a blessing ! My last address to Heaven is due ; The last but one is all - to you . SIR CHARLES HANBURY WILLIAMS ...
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... thy limbs like a vine . What joy can be greater than this is ? — My life on thy lips shall be spent ! But the wretch that can number his kisses , With few will be ever content . THOMAS PENROSE . 1763 . Thomas , son of the 34 ...
... thy limbs like a vine . What joy can be greater than this is ? — My life on thy lips shall be spent ! But the wretch that can number his kisses , With few will be ever content . THOMAS PENROSE . 1763 . Thomas , son of the 34 ...
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... lip , dissolve the silky shroud , And feel the heavings of a love - sick breast . Once mine the bliss : -But now , with plaintive care , I , lonely wandering , tune the voice of woe ! And , patient , brave the chilly midnight air ...
... lip , dissolve the silky shroud , And feel the heavings of a love - sick breast . Once mine the bliss : -But now , with plaintive care , I , lonely wandering , tune the voice of woe ! And , patient , brave the chilly midnight air ...
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adieu arms beauty blest bliss blooming blush born bosom breast breath bright CHARLES HANBURY WILLIAMS CHARLES JAMES FOX cheek dear DELIA delight dream dwell early Elegy eyes fair faithful fancy fate fear feel flowers fond fondly fragrant gentle glow grace grief grove happy hast hear heart Heaven hope hour IANTHE JAMES GRAEME JAMES MERCER kiss lady lips lov'd thee dearly Love's Lover Maid Mary MARY ROBINSON memory Middle Temple mind Miss morn Muse ne'er never numbers nymph o'er pain passion Phillis pleasure poems poet poetical Polwhele pow'r pride rapture RICHARD BRINSLEY SHERIDAN ROBERT BLOOMFIELD rose rove SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES scenes shade shine sigh sing smiles soft song SONNET soothing sorrows soul Spring strain sweet tear tell tender thine THOMAS DERMODY thought thy charms trembling Twas vale voice vows wake wander weep wild wilt thou woes youth
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Seite 127 - The floating Clouds their state shall .lend To her; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. The Stars of midnight shall be dear To her ; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where Rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Seite 88 - THOU lingering star, with less'ning ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast...
Seite 128 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Seite 87 - Far marked with the courses of clear winding rills! There daily I wander as noon rises high, My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye. How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below, Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow! There oft, as mild evening weeps over the lea, The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me.
Seite 127 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, 'A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ! This child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. 'Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse ; and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Seite 128 - Thus Nature spake — The work was done — How soon my Lucy's race was run! She died, and left to me This heath, this calm, and quiet scene; The memory of what has been, And never more will be.
Seite 89 - O'erhung with wild woods, thick'ning green ; The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twined amorous round the raptured scene ; The flowers sprang wanton to be prest, The birds sang love on every spray — Till too, too soon, the glowing west Proclaim'd the speed of winged day.
Seite 88 - Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past; Thy image at our last embrace! Ah, little thought we 'twas our last ! Ayr, gurgling, kiss'd his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods...
Seite 21 - twas a barbarous deed : For he ne'er could be true, she averred, Who could rob a poor bird of its young; And I loved her the more when I heard Such tenderness fall from her tongue.
Seite 87 - The poor inhabitant below Was quick to learn and wise to know, And keenly felt the friendly glow, And softer flame ; But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain'd his name ! Reader, attend ! whether thy soul Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole, Or darkling grubs this earthly hole, In low pursuit ; Know, prudent, cautious, self-control Is wisdom's root.