Selection of Poems ...Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 |
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... , But women grateful , true , and kind . Alive to ev'ry tender feeling , To deeds of mercy always prone , The wounds of pain and sorrow healing , With soft compassion's sweetest tone . No proud delay , no dark suspicion , Taints the 3.
... , But women grateful , true , and kind . Alive to ev'ry tender feeling , To deeds of mercy always prone , The wounds of pain and sorrow healing , With soft compassion's sweetest tone . No proud delay , no dark suspicion , Taints the 3.
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... tender glance would clear the morbid gloom . Mrs. West . THE INDIAN PHILOSOPHER . WHY should our joys transform to pain ? Why gentle Hymen's silken chain A plague of iron prove ? ' Tis strange the wond'rous charm that binds Millions of ...
... tender glance would clear the morbid gloom . Mrs. West . THE INDIAN PHILOSOPHER . WHY should our joys transform to pain ? Why gentle Hymen's silken chain A plague of iron prove ? ' Tis strange the wond'rous charm that binds Millions of ...
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SONG . THE parent bird , whose little nest Is by its tender young possess'd , With spreading wings , and downy breast , Doth cherish them with love ; But soon as nature plumes their wings , And guides their flight to groves and springs ...
SONG . THE parent bird , whose little nest Is by its tender young possess'd , With spreading wings , and downy breast , Doth cherish them with love ; But soon as nature plumes their wings , And guides their flight to groves and springs ...
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... tender tale , And begg'd their aid coy Health to trace . " From us , " exclaim'd a lowly flow'r , " The nymph has many a day been gone ; But now she rests within the bow'r Where yonder hawthorn blooms alone . " Quick to that bow'r I ran ...
... tender tale , And begg'd their aid coy Health to trace . " From us , " exclaim'd a lowly flow'r , " The nymph has many a day been gone ; But now she rests within the bow'r Where yonder hawthorn blooms alone . " Quick to that bow'r I ran ...
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... tender kid pursues , Sweet Philomel , in shady bow'rs Of verdant spring , her notes renews ; All follow what they most admire , As I pursue my soul's desire . Nature must change her beauteous face , And vary as 37 Song.
... tender kid pursues , Sweet Philomel , in shady bow'rs Of verdant spring , her notes renews ; All follow what they most admire , As I pursue my soul's desire . Nature must change her beauteous face , And vary as 37 Song.
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basket woman beauteous beauty beneath bless blest bliss bloom blush bosom bow'r breast breath bright canst charms cheek cheer cry'd dear death delight doom'd e'er EPIGRAM ev'ning ev'ry fair fancy fate fear flame flow'r flower folding star fond friend of human gale gentle give gloom glow grace grief hail happy hast heart heav'n hope hour kind gentlemen LADY life's lov'd love's lyre Magazine maid mind morn mourn muse Musidora ne'er night nymph o'er pain peace Pindar pity pleasure poison'd pow'r pride rapture RICHARD PLANTAGENET rill rise rose rove sacred scene shade shine sigh silent skies smile soft song sooth sorrow soul spring strain stream swain sweet tear Tell tender thee thine thought thro TOM JONES trembling Twas vale vex'd voice wilt thou wind wings wish youth
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Сторінка 293 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, . And all my midnight hours defend.
Сторінка 150 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Сторінка 132 - Go, Soul, the body's guest, Upon a thankless arrant: Fear not to touch the best; The truth shall be thy warrant: Go, since I needs must die, And give the world the lie. Say to the court, it glows And shines like rotten wood; Say to the church it shows What's good, and doth no good: If church and court reply, Then give them both the lie. Tell potentates, they live Acting by others...
Сторінка 208 - When all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise.
Сторінка 263 - Twas thus, by the cave of the mountain afar, While his harp rung symphonious, a hermit began ; No more with himself or with nature at war, He thought as a sage, though he felt as a man.
Сторінка 171 - What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear; Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet, From birds among the bowers.
Сторінка 264 - Now, gliding remote on the verge of the sky, The Moon, half extinguish'd, her crescent displays ; But lately I mark'd when majestic on high She shone, and the planets were lost in her blaze. Roll on, thou fair orb, and with gladness pursue The path that conducts thee to splendour again. But man's faded glory what change shall renew? Ah, fool...
Сторінка 150 - Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired ; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee ; How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
Сторінка 134 - Tell arts they have no soundness, But vary by esteeming, Tell schools they want profoundness, And stand too much on seeming.
Сторінка 133 - Tell zeal it wants devotion. Tell love it is but lust, Tell time it is but motion, Tell flesh it is but dust : And wish them not reply, For thou must give the lie.