Selection of Poems ...Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 |
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... resume . Thy heart , when all its cares are past , Shall every long - lost joy regain ; But mine , alas ! that pitied thine , I fear will never rest again . Anonymous . MARY . WHEN first those beauties met my sight , 16.
... resume . Thy heart , when all its cares are past , Shall every long - lost joy regain ; But mine , alas ! that pitied thine , I fear will never rest again . Anonymous . MARY . WHEN first those beauties met my sight , 16.
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... 'ning hope and fond desire , Resign the heart to spleen and care ; Scarce frighted love maintains its fire , And rapture saddens to despair . In groundless hope , and causeless fear , Unhappy man 23 The First of November.
... 'ning hope and fond desire , Resign the heart to spleen and care ; Scarce frighted love maintains its fire , And rapture saddens to despair . In groundless hope , and causeless fear , Unhappy man 23 The First of November.
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In groundless hope , and causeless fear , Unhappy man ! behold thy doom Still changing with the changeful year , The slave of sunshine and of gloom . Tir'd with vain joys and false alarms , With mental and corporeal strife , O snatch me ...
In groundless hope , and causeless fear , Unhappy man ! behold thy doom Still changing with the changeful year , The slave of sunshine and of gloom . Tir'd with vain joys and false alarms , With mental and corporeal strife , O snatch me ...
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... , " And all my fondest vows believe . " Come golden hours , to fancy dear , " Come hours by love , and Delia blest ; " Then let me lose each idle fear , " When folded to her snowy breast . " O , when or care , or sickness pale 29.
... , " And all my fondest vows believe . " Come golden hours , to fancy dear , " Come hours by love , and Delia blest ; " Then let me lose each idle fear , " When folded to her snowy breast . " O , when or care , or sickness pale 29.
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... fear and grief depart ; Come gentle Hope ! with one gay smile remove The lasting sadness of an aching heart . Thy voice , benign enchantress ! let me hear ; Say that for me some pleasures yet shall bloom ! That fancy's radiance ...
... fear and grief depart ; Come gentle Hope ! with one gay smile remove The lasting sadness of an aching heart . Thy voice , benign enchantress ! let me hear ; Say that for me some pleasures yet shall bloom ! That fancy's radiance ...
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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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Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...