Poems (some by his sister). Sonnets. Blank verse. John WoodvilC. and J. Ollier, 1818 |
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... a gleam of random joy Hath flush'd my unaccustom'd cheek ; And , with an o'er - charg'd bursting heart , I feel the thanks I cannot speak . Oh ! sweet are all the Muses ' lays , B 2 POEMS . To Charles Lloyd, an unexpected Visitor.
... a gleam of random joy Hath flush'd my unaccustom'd cheek ; And , with an o'er - charg'd bursting heart , I feel the thanks I cannot speak . Oh ! sweet are all the Muses ' lays , B 2 POEMS . To Charles Lloyd, an unexpected Visitor.
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... d clean ; She was soon what she had been , And the colour she did lack To her faded cheek came back . Wounds which love had made her feel , Love alone had power to heal . Martha , who the frequent visit Now had lost , 8 POEMS .
... d clean ; She was soon what she had been , And the colour she did lack To her faded cheek came back . Wounds which love had made her feel , Love alone had power to heal . Martha , who the frequent visit Now had lost , 8 POEMS .
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... feel it death to sever , Though it be , as they , perforce , Guiltless of the sad divorce . For I must ( nor let it grieve thee , Friendliest of plants , that I must ) leave thee . For thy sake , TOBACCO , I Would do any thing but die ...
... feel it death to sever , Though it be , as they , perforce , Guiltless of the sad divorce . For I must ( nor let it grieve thee , Friendliest of plants , that I must ) leave thee . For thy sake , TOBACCO , I Would do any thing but die ...
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... feel , what neither cared to acknowledge , that stories oft repeated may , at last , come to lose some of their grace by the repetition . LOVEL . Which both of you may yet live long enough to discover . For , take my word for it , Mar ...
... feel , what neither cared to acknowledge , that stories oft repeated may , at last , come to lose some of their grace by the repetition . LOVEL . Which both of you may yet live long enough to discover . For , take my word for it , Mar ...
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... there be some order , some method , in our drinkings . I love to lose my reason with my eyes open , to commit the deed of drunkenness with forethought and de- liberation . I love to feel the fumes of the A TRAGEDY . 125.
... there be some order , some method , in our drinkings . I love to lose my reason with my eyes open , to commit the deed of drunkenness with forethought and de- liberation . I love to feel the fumes of the A TRAGEDY . 125.
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Allan Clare beauty better Black thoughts BLANK VERSE bosom brother child costly palace cottage DANIEL dead dear death delight Devon dizzard dream drink Elinor Clare eyes fancy father fear feel forest of SHERWOOD friendship gave my heart gentle girl gone grace grandmother grief happy days Harry Freeman hath heard heart Herodias humour ISAAC FOOT JOHN WOODVIL knew leave live look LOVEL Margaret Maria Martha MARTIN Mary Matravis melancholy mind mirth Miss Clare mistress morning mother mund never night noble o'er old familiar faces old lady parents PETER poor pray pride racter recollection Rosamund Gray samund SANDFORD scene SECOND GENTLEMAN secret seemed shew sigh SIMON SIR WALTER sleep smile spirits stranger sure sweet talk tears tell tender thee things THIRD GENTLEMAN thou thought Twas walk weep Widford wine young maid youth