Selection of Poems ...Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 |
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... Fall of Man Pleasure Dinarzade's Call A Lesson in Law - Prose Retort Courteous Stanzas written in the Album of a Convent Ode to a Grizzle Wig Verses by Thomson to a Lady Extempore on a Lady bound to keep the Peace To a Redbreast ... 364 ...
... Fall of Man Pleasure Dinarzade's Call A Lesson in Law - Prose Retort Courteous Stanzas written in the Album of a Convent Ode to a Grizzle Wig Verses by Thomson to a Lady Extempore on a Lady bound to keep the Peace To a Redbreast ... 364 ...
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... falling tear , And press thy hand , but never speak . And if thy friends should prove unkind , And if hard foes thy soul oppress'd ; On my poor heart thou should'st recline , And rest thy head upon my breast . Nor be the pleasing hope ...
... falling tear , And press thy hand , but never speak . And if thy friends should prove unkind , And if hard foes thy soul oppress'd ; On my poor heart thou should'st recline , And rest thy head upon my breast . Nor be the pleasing hope ...
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... fall'n she seem'd- To worse than death - and deepest night . Penrose . THE BIRCH . " THO ' the oak be the pride and the prince of the grove , An emblem of pow'r , and the fav'rite of Jove , Tho ' Phoebus with laurel his temples has ...
... fall'n she seem'd- To worse than death - and deepest night . Penrose . THE BIRCH . " THO ' the oak be the pride and the prince of the grove , An emblem of pow'r , and the fav'rite of Jove , Tho ' Phoebus with laurel his temples has ...
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... fall at her feet , and they'll serve As tears of my sorrow entrusted to you . Or lest they unheeded should fall at her feet , Let them fall on her bosom of snow , and I swear , The next time I visit thy moss - cover'd seat , I'll pay ...
... fall at her feet , and they'll serve As tears of my sorrow entrusted to you . Or lest they unheeded should fall at her feet , Let them fall on her bosom of snow , and I swear , The next time I visit thy moss - cover'd seat , I'll pay ...
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... so warm that trickle down ; My tears that gush so warm , oh ! they freeze before 66 they fall , " Ah ! wretched , wretched mother ! thou'rt now bereft of all . " Then down she sunk , despairing , upon the drifted 71 A Winter Piece.
... so warm that trickle down ; My tears that gush so warm , oh ! they freeze before 66 they fall , " Ah ! wretched , wretched mother ! thou'rt now bereft of all . " Then down she sunk , despairing , upon the drifted 71 A Winter Piece.
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Selection of poems [by various authors, ed. by C. Smart]. Charles Snart Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1808 |
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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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Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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...
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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...