Selection of Poems ...Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 |
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... native Home ' Stanzas from Walsingham Sonnet to the Blackbird Verses to a Friend on his Marriage .... 194 A Gipsy Ballad 196 To a Lady who had lost her Garter .... 197 187 .... .... 188 190 193 Ode to Content . .... To the Blackbird ...
... native Home ' Stanzas from Walsingham Sonnet to the Blackbird Verses to a Friend on his Marriage .... 194 A Gipsy Ballad 196 To a Lady who had lost her Garter .... 197 187 .... .... 188 190 193 Ode to Content . .... To the Blackbird ...
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... melt , but never for thine own . Till pitying all - and ev'n thy foes forgiv'n , Thy candid spirit seeks its native heav'n . General Evening Post . SONNET . WHILST in those eyes of mildest light , 14 Sonnet to Mrs Smith •
... melt , but never for thine own . Till pitying all - and ev'n thy foes forgiv'n , Thy candid spirit seeks its native heav'n . General Evening Post . SONNET . WHILST in those eyes of mildest light , 14 Sonnet to Mrs Smith •
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... native luxuriance still please and surprize , Nor by folly be fashion'd , nor tortur'd by taste . So when the glad seasons their blessings shall yield , And Ceres enrich you , and Flora adorn , May the labourer's laugh echo loud in the ...
... native luxuriance still please and surprize , Nor by folly be fashion'd , nor tortur'd by taste . So when the glad seasons their blessings shall yield , And Ceres enrich you , and Flora adorn , May the labourer's laugh echo loud in the ...
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... native bow'rs ; hours ; But manhood chang'd the scene of glee , And brought me woe and misery . E'er , then , to wan despair a prey , E'er sorrow's bitter cup runs o'er , E'er hateful wastes the parting day , " E'er life itself can ...
... native bow'rs ; hours ; But manhood chang'd the scene of glee , And brought me woe and misery . E'er , then , to wan despair a prey , E'er sorrow's bitter cup runs o'er , E'er hateful wastes the parting day , " E'er life itself can ...
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... O return . " Deluded heart ! thy folly know , Nor fondly nurse the fatal flame ; By absence thou shalt lose thy woe , And only flutter at her name . Peter Pindar . ELEGY . THE sailor sighs as sinks his native shore 74 The Tender Wish.
... O return . " Deluded heart ! thy folly know , Nor fondly nurse the fatal flame ; By absence thou shalt lose thy woe , And only flutter at her name . Peter Pindar . ELEGY . THE sailor sighs as sinks his native shore 74 The Tender Wish.
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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...