Selection of Poems ...Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 |
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... O'er the gate the squire reclining , Wanton eyes each ruddy lass . September . Hark ! a sound like distant thunder- Murd❜rer may thy malice fail ! Torn from all they love asunder , Widow'd birds around us wail . October . Now Pomona ...
... O'er the gate the squire reclining , Wanton eyes each ruddy lass . September . Hark ! a sound like distant thunder- Murd❜rer may thy malice fail ! Torn from all they love asunder , Widow'd birds around us wail . October . Now Pomona ...
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... o'er , Winter retires to make thee way ; Come then , thou sweetly blushing flow'r , Oh ! lovely stranger , come away ! The sun is dress'd in beamy smiles , To give thy beauties to the day , Young zephyrs wait with gentle gales , To fan ...
... o'er , Winter retires to make thee way ; Come then , thou sweetly blushing flow'r , Oh ! lovely stranger , come away ! The sun is dress'd in beamy smiles , To give thy beauties to the day , Young zephyrs wait with gentle gales , To fan ...
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Charles Snart. DUNCAN'S WARNING . As o'er the heath , amid his steel - clad thanes , The royal Duncan rode in martial pride ; Where full to view , high - topp'd with glittering vanes , Macbeth's strong towers o'erhung the mountain's side ...
Charles Snart. DUNCAN'S WARNING . As o'er the heath , amid his steel - clad thanes , The royal Duncan rode in martial pride ; Where full to view , high - topp'd with glittering vanes , Macbeth's strong towers o'erhung the mountain's side ...
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... o'er my soul it's wanton fires ; " Still passion wake the fond alarm " Of trembling hopes , of wild desires.- " O fly ! thou dear delusive dream , " O hence ! ye scenes , to fancy dear ; " No more I'll muse the love - lorn theme , " No ...
... o'er my soul it's wanton fires ; " Still passion wake the fond alarm " Of trembling hopes , of wild desires.- " O fly ! thou dear delusive dream , " O hence ! ye scenes , to fancy dear ; " No more I'll muse the love - lorn theme , " No ...
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... o'er my Delia's breast ; " Thy sound shall melt the passion'd fair , " Her smile of love shall crown me blest . " Go gentle lute , for Venus kind " Bids her wing'd boy thy music swell ; " Then happier ton'd , breathe all my woes , " And ...
... o'er my Delia's breast ; " Thy sound shall melt the passion'd fair , " Her smile of love shall crown me blest . " Go gentle lute , for Venus kind " Bids her wing'd boy thy music swell ; " Then happier ton'd , breathe all my woes , " And ...
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...