Selection of Poems ...Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 |
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Pagina 14
... feel . Oh ! cou'd or fame , or friendship , aught impart To cure the wounds thy injur'd peace has known ; For other's sorrows still thy tender heart Should softly melt , but never for thine own . Till pitying all - and ev'n thy foes ...
... feel . Oh ! cou'd or fame , or friendship , aught impart To cure the wounds thy injur'd peace has known ; For other's sorrows still thy tender heart Should softly melt , but never for thine own . Till pitying all - and ev'n thy foes ...
Pagina 23
... feel thy power usurp my breast . Enliv'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 ...
... feel thy power usurp my breast . Enliv'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 ...
Pagina 25
... Feel'st thou not the loaded sky ? Read thy danger , king , and fly . Lo , yon castle banners glare Bloody thro ' the troubled air ; Lo , what spectres on the roof Frowning bid thee stand aloof ! Murder , like an eagle waits Perch'd ...
... Feel'st thou not the loaded sky ? Read thy danger , king , and fly . Lo , yon castle banners glare Bloody thro ' the troubled air ; Lo , what spectres on the roof Frowning bid thee stand aloof ! Murder , like an eagle waits Perch'd ...
Pagina 29
Ah me ! -poor , weak , unguarded heart , I feel return the sick'ning pain ; Yet , yet again the magic dart Strikes with new force each throbbing vein . And now again all sad , and slow I wander thro ' the moonlight grove , And strive to ...
Ah me ! -poor , weak , unguarded heart , I feel return the sick'ning pain ; Yet , yet again the magic dart Strikes with new force each throbbing vein . And now again all sad , and slow I wander thro ' the moonlight grove , And strive to ...
Pagina 46
... feel no more . And see , the woodbine loves to stray , Around the sod that clasps her clay ; The primrose with the vi'let vies , To deck the grave where beauty lies . Here Melancholy , lonely maid , Shall oft the live - long night be ...
... feel no more . And see , the woodbine loves to stray , Around the sod that clasps her clay ; The primrose with the vi'let vies , To deck the grave where beauty lies . Here Melancholy , lonely maid , Shall oft the live - long night be ...
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Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
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
Populaire passages
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...