Selection of Poems ...Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 |
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... thou not seen , at ev'ning hour , When Phoebus sunk beneath the main , Reclin❜d in some sequester'd bow'r The village maid , or shepherd swain ? Hast thou not mark'd them cull with care Some favor'd flow'ret from the rest , To deck the ...
... thou not seen , at ev'ning hour , When Phoebus sunk beneath the main , Reclin❜d in some sequester'd bow'r The village maid , or shepherd swain ? Hast thou not mark'd them cull with care Some favor'd flow'ret from the rest , To deck the ...
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... thou ! the tulip race In all life's varied course beware ; Caught with sweet pleasure's rosy grace , Do thou its sharper thorns beware . " Thou prudent still to virtue's lore , Attend and mark her counsel's sage ! She , like thy flow'r ...
... thou ! the tulip race In all life's varied course beware ; Caught with sweet pleasure's rosy grace , Do thou its sharper thorns beware . " Thou prudent still to virtue's lore , Attend and mark her counsel's sage ! She , like thy flow'r ...
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... thou art that thus hath tried To blast my reputation , And under colour of disguise , To spread this defamation . Appear thou in thy proper shape , In print assert thy name ; And let the genuine voice of truth ,. Determine who's to ...
... thou art that thus hath tried To blast my reputation , And under colour of disguise , To spread this defamation . Appear thou in thy proper shape , In print assert thy name ; And let the genuine voice of truth ,. Determine who's to ...
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... thou love ( For much of grief thou sure hast known ) To mark on care's dejected brow , The trace of sorrows like thy own ? Or does thy heart , when a hard world No pity to its wounds would lend , Like a poor stranger anxious turn , To ...
... thou love ( For much of grief thou sure hast known ) To mark on care's dejected brow , The trace of sorrows like thy own ? Or does thy heart , when a hard world No pity to its wounds would lend , Like a poor stranger anxious turn , To ...
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... thou should'st recline , And rest thy head upon my breast . Nor be the pleasing hope in vain , That scenes like these of joy pourtrays ; And forms for thee , in prospect clear , The fairest views of happier days . Again the bright ...
... thou should'st recline , And rest thy head upon my breast . Nor be the pleasing hope in vain , That scenes like these of joy pourtrays ; And forms for thee , in prospect clear , The fairest views of happier days . Again the bright ...
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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...