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... as heretofore , Some summer morning , When from thy chearful eyes a ray Hath struck a bliss upon the day , A bliss that would not go away , A sweet fore - warning ? STEEMOME " TO CHARLES LLOYD , An Unexpected Visitor . ALONE , 2 POEMS .
... as heretofore , Some summer morning , When from thy chearful eyes a ray Hath struck a bliss upon the day , A bliss that would not go away , A sweet fore - warning ? STEEMOME " TO CHARLES LLOYD , An Unexpected Visitor . ALONE , 2 POEMS .
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... morning , may not last . Soon shall arrive the rescuing hour , That yields thee up to Nature's power . Nature , that so late doth greet thee , Shall in o'er - flowing measure meet thee . She shall recompense with cost For every lesson ...
... morning , may not last . Soon shall arrive the rescuing hour , That yields thee up to Nature's power . Nature , that so late doth greet thee , Shall in o'er - flowing measure meet thee . She shall recompense with cost For every lesson ...
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... morning's light . What can that do for him , or what restore ? Short taste , faint sense , affecting notices , And little images of pleasures past , Of health , and active life - health not yet slain , Nor the other grace of life , a ...
... morning's light . What can that do for him , or what restore ? Short taste , faint sense , affecting notices , And little images of pleasures past , Of health , and active life - health not yet slain , Nor the other grace of life , a ...
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... morning . A Song , by DANIEL . " When the King enjoys his own again . " PETER . A delicate song . Where did'st learn it , fellow ? DANIEL . Even there , where thou learnest thy oaths and thy politics - at our master's table . - G 2.
... morning . A Song , by DANIEL . " When the King enjoys his own again . " PETER . A delicate song . Where did'st learn it , fellow ? DANIEL . Even there , where thou learnest thy oaths and thy politics - at our master's table . - G 2.
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... . SANDFORD . Good morrow to my fair mistress . chance I saw you , lady , so intent was I ' Twas a On chiding hence these graceless serving - men , Who cannot break their fast at morning meals Without debauch A TRAGEDY . 93.
... . SANDFORD . Good morrow to my fair mistress . chance I saw you , lady , so intent was I ' Twas a On chiding hence these graceless serving - men , Who cannot break their fast at morning meals Without debauch A TRAGEDY . 93.
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Allan Clare beauty better Black thoughts BLANK VERSE bosom brother child cloisters 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 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 Salome 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
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Сторінка 16 - Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces. Ghost-like I paced round the haunts of my childhood, Earth seemed a desert I was bound to traverse, Seeking to find the old familiar faces. Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert not thou born in my father's dwelling? So might we talk of the old familiar faces.
Сторінка 15 - All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days — All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
Сторінка 2 - A month or more hath she been dead, Yet cannot I by force be led To think upon the wormy bed, And her together. A springy motion in her gait, A rising step, did indicate Of pride and joy no common rate, That flushed her spirit, I know not by what name beside I shall it call : — if 'twas not pride, It was a joy to that allied, She did inherit. Her parents held the Quaker rule. Which doth the human feeling cool, But she was trained in Nature's school, Nature had blest her.
Сторінка 37 - For thy sake, TOBACCO, I Would do anything but die. And but seek to extend my days Long enough to sing thy praise.
Сторінка 32 - MAY the Babylonish curse Straight confound my stammering verse, If I can a passage see In this word-perplexity, Or a fit expression find, Or a language to my mind (Still the phrase is wide or scant) To take leave of thee, GREAT PLANT!
Сторінка 60 - Enlighted up the semblance of a smile In those fine eyes ? methought they spake the while Soft soothing things, which might enforce despair To drop the murdering knife, and let go by His foul resolve. And does the lonely glade Still court the footsteps of the fair-hair'd maid ? Still in her locks the gales of summer sigh ? While I forlorn do wander reckless where, And 'mid my wanderings meet no Anna there.
Сторінка 1 - WHEN maidens such as Hester die Their place ye may not well supply, Though ye among a thousand try With vain endeavour. A month or more hath she been dead, Yet cannot I by force be led To think upon the wormy bed And her together.
Сторінка 33 - Thou through such a mist dost shew us, That our best friends do not know us, And, for those allowed features, Due to reasonable creatures Liken'st us to fell Chimeras, Monsters that, who see us, fear us ; Worse than Cerberus or Geryon, Or, who first loved a cloud, Ixion.
Сторінка 36 - Twas but in a sort I blamed thee ; None e'er prosper'd who defamed thee ; Irony all, and feign'd abuse, Such as perplex'd lovers use, At a need, when, in despair To paint forth their fairest fair, Or in part but to express That exceeding comeliness Which their fancies doth so strike They borrow language of dislike ; And, instead of Dearest Miss, Jewel, Honey, Sweetheart, Bliss, And those forms of old admiring, Call her Cockatrice and Siren, Basilisk, and all that's evil, Witch, Hyena, Mermaid, Devil,...
Сторінка 35 - Framed again no second smell. Roses, violets, but toys For the smaller sort of boys, Or for greener damsels meant ; Thou art the only manly scent. Stinking'st of the stinking kind, Filth of the mouth and fog of the mind...