Selection of Poems ...Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 |
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... meet The biting sharpness of its thorn . " But she , who , to fair daylight's train , The ev'ning flower more just preferr'd ; Chose real worth , nor chose in vain , The one great object of regard . " Ambitious thou ! the tulip race In ...
... meet The biting sharpness of its thorn . " But she , who , to fair daylight's train , The ev'ning flower more just preferr'd ; Chose real worth , nor chose in vain , The one great object of regard . " Ambitious thou ! the tulip race In ...
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... meet the kind looks of a friend ? Perhaps thou think'st a stricken heart , To many a kindred care inclin'd , With all thy griefs would sympathize , To all thy weakness would be kind ? Yes , my sweet love - by hopes most dear , I swear ...
... meet the kind looks of a friend ? Perhaps thou think'st a stricken heart , To many a kindred care inclin'd , With all thy griefs would sympathize , To all thy weakness would be kind ? Yes , my sweet love - by hopes most dear , I swear ...
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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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MARY . WHEN first those beauties met my sight , Which shine so bright in you , And seem'd to promise me delight , I thought that promise true , Kind were your looks , if e'er I gaz'd , Or caught a transient view ; Mary Warm'd by your ...
MARY . WHEN first those beauties met my sight , Which shine so bright in you , And seem'd to promise me delight , I thought that promise true , Kind were your looks , if e'er I gaz'd , Or caught a transient view ; Mary Warm'd by your ...
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... meet thee there ; And temperance at the board preside . Euphrosyne , Vol . 2 . AN OLD BALLAD . I CANNOT eat but little meat , My stomach is not good ; But sure I think , that I can drink With him that wears a hood . Though I go bare ...
... meet thee there ; And temperance at the board preside . Euphrosyne , Vol . 2 . AN OLD BALLAD . I CANNOT eat but little meat , My stomach is not good ; But sure I think , that I can drink With him that wears a hood . Though I go bare ...
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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...