Selection of Poems ...Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 |
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... down - cast eye --- O Delia say , with cheek so pale , What gives thy heart the lengthen'd sigh , That tells the world a mournful tale ? That tears , that thus each other chase , Bespeak 12 Epitaph on Dr Johnson • Epigram Song Song.
... down - cast eye --- O Delia say , with cheek so pale , What gives thy heart the lengthen'd sigh , That tells the world a mournful tale ? That tears , that thus each other chase , Bespeak 12 Epitaph on Dr Johnson • Epigram Song Song.
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... give your gay wing to the 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 ...
... give your gay wing to the 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 ...
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... give vent- These make the balm we call content . THE FIRST OF NOVEMBER : OR , THE WINTER'S WALK . BEHOLD , my fair , where'er we rove , What dreary prospects round us rise ! The naked hill , the leafless grove , The hoary ground , the ...
... give vent- These make the balm we call content . THE FIRST OF NOVEMBER : OR , THE WINTER'S WALK . BEHOLD , my fair , where'er we rove , What dreary prospects round us rise ! The naked hill , the leafless grove , The hoary ground , the ...
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... , come away ! The sun is dress'd in beamy smiles , To give thy beauties to the day , Young zephyrs wait with gentle gales , To fan thy bosom as they play ! DUNCAN'S WARNING . As o'er the heath , amid his 24 Invocation to the Rose.
... , come away ! The sun is dress'd in beamy smiles , To give thy beauties to the day , Young zephyrs wait with gentle gales , To fan thy bosom as they play ! DUNCAN'S WARNING . As o'er the heath , amid his 24 Invocation to the Rose.
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... give delight . All in vain the gardens grow , All in vain the roses blow ; Pink nor carnation have their charms , When thou art absent from my arms ; Nor , while the stream in murmurs flows , Shall I enjoy an hour's repose ; Till thou ...
... give delight . All in vain the gardens grow , All in vain the roses blow ; Pink nor carnation have their charms , When thou art absent from my arms ; Nor , while the stream in murmurs flows , Shall I enjoy an hour's repose ; Till thou ...
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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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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...