PoemsT. Cadell, 1781 - 118 páginas |
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... Smiled on her virgin Spring ; When all was fair to God's own eye , When stars confenting fung on high , And all Heaven's Chorus made the sky With Hallellujahs ring . Devoted Devoted to the Muses ' choir , I tune the 28 POEM S.
... Smiled on her virgin Spring ; When all was fair to God's own eye , When stars confenting fung on high , And all Heaven's Chorus made the sky With Hallellujahs ring . Devoted Devoted to the Muses ' choir , I tune the 28 POEM S.
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... smiled , Whose griefs my blandishments beguiled ; Whom I forfake in forrows old , Whom I fhall never more behold ! Farewell , my friends , a long farewell , Till time fhall toll the funeral knell ! HENRY . Thy friends , thy father's ...
... smiled , Whose griefs my blandishments beguiled ; Whom I forfake in forrows old , Whom I fhall never more behold ! Farewell , my friends , a long farewell , Till time fhall toll the funeral knell ! HENRY . Thy friends , thy father's ...
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... , they trembled , and they fobb'd , They wept and wept again . The father lifted up his hands , To blefs the happy pair ; Heaven smiled on Edward the beloved , And Emily the fair . MONI MIA . AN QD E. N weeds of forrow POEMS . 77.
... , they trembled , and they fobb'd , They wept and wept again . The father lifted up his hands , To blefs the happy pair ; Heaven smiled on Edward the beloved , And Emily the fair . MONI MIA . AN QD E. N weeds of forrow POEMS . 77.
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... smiled , " And wanton'd o'er the green ; " He train'd my Nightingale to fing , " He spoil'd the gardens of the Spring , 66 " To crown me rural Queen . My brother died before his day ; Sad , thro ' the church - yard's dreary way , “ We ...
... smiled , " And wanton'd o'er the green ; " He train'd my Nightingale to fing , " He spoil'd the gardens of the Spring , 66 " To crown me rural Queen . My brother died before his day ; Sad , thro ' the church - yard's dreary way , “ We ...
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John Logan. With holy joy upon his face The good old father smiled , While fondly in his wither'd arms He clafp'd the promis'd child . And then he lifted up to Heaven An earnest asking eye ; My joy is full , my hour is come , Lord let ...
John Logan. With holy joy upon his face The good old father smiled , While fondly in his wither'd arms He clafp'd the promis'd child . And then he lifted up to Heaven An earnest asking eye ; My joy is full , my hour is come , Lord let ...
Términos y frases comunes
accent afcend arms beam beauty Behold bleft bloom bofom bowers ceaſe charm climes cloſe crown'd dark darkneſs defcends Defpair divine e'er earth everlaſting eyes facred fair Fancy father fcenes fhade fhall fhine fhore figh filence fing fkies fleep flow flowers fmile fond foon foreft forfake forrow fought foul friendſhip ftill ftrain ftranger fudden fweet green grove gueſt hall hand HARRIET hear heart Heaven heavenly hill hour houſe huſband HYMN iſle laſt light lonely Lord lover Maſter morning mufic Nature's ne'er never night o'er paſt peace Philomela praiſe promiſed raiſe rife robe rofe roſe round rove ſcene ſhall ſkies ſky ſmiled ſpread Spring ſtars ſtep ſtill ſtream tears tender thee theſe Thou art thro tomb unfeen unfold Vale Venus vernal vifion Virgin voice voice of Spring walk wandering waſte weary weep wept whiſper Whoſe wild wind wood Yarrow youth
Pasajes populares
Página 4 - I'd fly with thee! We'd make, with joyful wing, Our annual visit o'er the globe, Companions of the Spring. THE BRAES OF YARROW "Thy braes were bonny, Yarrow stream! When first on them I met my lover; Thy braes how dreary, Yarrow stream! When now thy waves his body cover! For ever now, O Yarrow stream! Thou art to me a stream of sorrow; For never on thy banks shall I Behold my love, the flower of Yarrow. "He promised me a milk-white steed, To bear me to his father's bowers; He promised me a little...
Página 2 - The schoolboy, wandering through the wood To pull the primrose gay, Starts, the new voice of spring to hear, And imitates thy lay. What time the pea puts on the bloom, Thou fliest thy vocal vale, An annual guest in other lands, Another spring to hail. Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year ! O, could I fly, I'd fly with thee ! We'd make, with joyful wing, Our annual visit o'er the globe, Companions of the spring.
Página 95 - Determined are the days that fly Successive o'er thy head ; The number'd hour is on the wing, That lays thee with the dead.
Página 5 - His mother from the window look'd, With all the longing of a mother; His little sister weeping walk'd The greenwood path to meet her brother : They sought him east, they sought him west, They sought him all the Forest thorough; They only saw the cloud of night, They only heard the roar of Yarrow.
Página 104 - In her right hand she holds to view A length of happy years ; And in her left the prize of fame, And honour bright appears.
Página 117 - Though now ascended up on high, He bends on earth a brother's eye ; Partaker of the human name, He knows the frailty of our frame.
Página 49 - Intrusion marr'd the tender hour, A demon started in the bower ; If, like the past, the future run, And my dark day is but begun, What clouds may hang above my head ? What tears may I have yet to shed...
Página 9 - Affection sad will drop a tear. How oft does Sorrow bend the head, Before we dwell among the dead ! Scarce in the years of manly prime I've often wept the wrecks of time. What tragic tears bedew the eye ! What deaths we suffer ere we die ! Our broken friendships we deplore, And loves of youth that are no more ! No after-friendship e'er can raise Th' endearments of our early days ; And ne'er the heart such fondness prove, As when it first began to love.
Página 7 - I'll seek thy body in the stream, And then with thee I'll sleep in Yarrow. — The tear did never leave her cheek, No other youth became her marrow ; She found his body in the stream, And now with him she sleeps in Yarrow.
Página 16 - We love th' alluring line of grace, That leads the eye a wanton chace, And lets the fancy rove ; The walk of Beauty ever bends, And ftill begins, but never ends, The labyrinth of love.