Selection of Poems ...Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 |
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... thine Grace this humble spot of mine . " Tis for thee that blooms the rose , " Tis for thee the garden glows ; My pinks , and my carnations too , For thee assume the gayest hue ; " Tis for thee that flows the stream , Thou , my love's ...
... thine Grace this humble spot of mine . " Tis for thee that blooms the rose , " Tis for thee the garden glows ; My pinks , and my carnations too , For thee assume the gayest hue ; " Tis for thee that flows the stream , Thou , my love's ...
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... thine , Unmatch'd to pour the soul - dissolving air , That seems poor weeping virtue's hymn divine , Soothing the wounded bosom of despair ! - O`say , what minstrel of the sky hath given To swell the dirge , so musically lorn ? Declare ...
... thine , Unmatch'd to pour the soul - dissolving air , That seems poor weeping virtue's hymn divine , Soothing the wounded bosom of despair ! - O`say , what minstrel of the sky hath given To swell the dirge , so musically lorn ? Declare ...
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... thine ! I , too , my willing voice would raise , And equal rapture shew ; But that the scenes which others praise , For me are much too low . I grant the hills are crown'd with trees , I grant the fields are fair ; But , after all , one ...
... thine ! I , too , my willing voice would raise , And equal rapture shew ; But that the scenes which others praise , For me are much too low . I grant the hills are crown'd with trees , I grant the fields are fair ; But , after all , one ...
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... er sorrow's bitter cup runs o'er , E'er hateful wastes the parting day , " E'er life itself can charm no more , " In pity come , and smile on me , The helpless child of misery . But if I court thine aid in vain , If 73 To Hope.
... er sorrow's bitter cup runs o'er , E'er hateful wastes the parting day , " E'er life itself can charm no more , " In pity come , and smile on me , The helpless child of misery . But if I court thine aid in vain , If 73 To Hope.
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Charles Snart. But if I court thine aid in vain , If slow reluctance guides thine eye , Death then alone can ease my pain , And hush to peace the rising sigh : He sets the pining captive free , And gives the balm for misery . Literary ...
Charles Snart. But if I court thine aid in vain , If slow reluctance guides thine eye , Death then alone can ease my pain , And hush to peace the rising sigh : He sets the pining captive free , And gives the balm for misery . Literary ...
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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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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...