The Poetical Works of Charles LambE.H. Butler & Company, 1858 - Всего страниц: 109 |
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... praise , my mournful lays Are nightly to the portrait sung . To that I weep , nor ever sleep , Complaining all night long to her- Helen , grown old , no longer cold , Said , " You to all men I prefer . " A VISION OF REPENTANCE . I SAW a ...
... praise , my mournful lays Are nightly to the portrait sung . To that I weep , nor ever sleep , Complaining all night long to her- Helen , grown old , no longer cold , Said , " You to all men I prefer . " A VISION OF REPENTANCE . I SAW a ...
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Charles Lamb. And but seek to extend my days Long enough to sing thy praise . But , as she , who once hath been A king's consort , is a queen Ever after , nor will bate Any tittle of her state , Though a widow , or divorced , So I , from ...
Charles Lamb. And but seek to extend my days Long enough to sing thy praise . But , as she , who once hath been A king's consort , is a queen Ever after , nor will bate Any tittle of her state , Though a widow , or divorced , So I , from ...
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... praise wert ever inclined Too highly , and with a partial eye to see No blemish . Thou to me didst ever show Kindest affection ; and would ofttimes lend An ear to the desponding love - sick lay , Weeping my sorrows with me , who repay ...
... praise wert ever inclined Too highly , and with a partial eye to see No blemish . Thou to me didst ever show Kindest affection ; and would ofttimes lend An ear to the desponding love - sick lay , Weeping my sorrows with me , who repay ...
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... hand , That left them so forlorn . O mistress of the passions ; What praise is thine , artist fine ! Who dost our souls against our sense command , Plucking SONNETS . 67 TO A CELEBRATED FEMALE PERFORMER IN THE 66 BLIND Boy"
... hand , That left them so forlorn . O mistress of the passions ; What praise is thine , artist fine ! Who dost our souls against our sense command , Plucking SONNETS . 67 TO A CELEBRATED FEMALE PERFORMER IN THE 66 BLIND Boy"
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... praises ; and I wrong Thy honoured memory , recording chiefly Things light or trivial . Better ' twere to tell , How with a nobler zeal , and warmer love , She served her heavenly Master . I have seen That 7 BLANK VERSE . 73.
... praises ; and I wrong Thy honoured memory , recording chiefly Things light or trivial . Better ' twere to tell , How with a nobler zeal , and warmer love , She served her heavenly Master . I have seen That 7 BLANK VERSE . 73.
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ALBUM angel Bacchus BALLAD beauty behold beloved Black manhood comes Blanch blind bliss CANADIA Catherine Orkney CHARLES LAMB cheerful child cold costly palace Youth crowns dark deed Dido divine dost doth dream Enfield Ethiop fair fair-haired maid faithful faithless fancy father fear feel flower foes gone grace hand HARVARD COLLEGE hast hath heart heaven Herod Herodias High-born holy infant kiss knew lady LAMB LEONARDO DA VINCI light live lone look Maiden Margaret marriage Martha Mary midnight mind miss mother Muses ne'er Nereid night numbers o'er old familiar faces once passion penitent poor pride repentance rich round saint Salome scarce sense shade shine sigh sight silent sleep smiles song soon soul spirits strain sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thoughts Thy Dream thy praise Twas verse virgin virtue walk wandering waters weep whitest wretched workhouse young
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Стр. 21 - I loved a love once, fairest among women ; Closed are her doors on me, I must not see her — All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man ; Like an ingrate, I left my friend abruptly ; Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces.
Стр. 21 - 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.
Стр. 38 - 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, Ethiop, Wench, and Blackamoor, Monkey, Ape, and twenty more; Friendly Trait'ress, loving Foe, — Not that she is truly so, But no other way they know A contentment to express, Borders so upon excess, That they do not rightly wot Whether it be pain or not.
Стр. 21 - 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. I have been laughing, I have been carousing, Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies ; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I loved a love once, fairest among women ; Closed are her doors on me, I must not see her—- All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
Стр. 53 - Music framed for infants' glee, Whistle never tuned for thee ; Though thou want'st not, thou shalt have them, Loving hearts were they which gave them. Let not one be missing ; nurse, See them laid upon the hearse Of infant slain by doom perverse. Why should kings and nobles have Pictured trophies to their grave ; And we, churls, to thee deny Thy pretty toys with thee to lie, A more harmless vanity?
Стр. 36 - Some few vapors thou may'st raise, The weak brain may serve to amaze, But to the reins and nobler heart Canst nor life nor heat impart. Brother of Bacchus, later born, The old world was sure forlorn Wanting thee, that aidest more The god's victories than, before, All his panthers, and the brawls Of his piping Bacchanals.
Стр. 19 - 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...
Стр. 20 - 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. A waking eye, a prying mind, A heart that stirs, is hard to bind, A hawk's keen sight ye cannot blind, Ye could not Hester. My sprightly neighbour, gone before To that unknown and silent shore, Shall we not meet, as heretofore, Some summer morning, When from thy cheerful eyes a ray Hath struck a bliss upon...
Стр. 73 - Scorn of base action, deed dishonourable, Or aught unseemly. I remember well Her reverend image : I remember, too, With what a zeal she served her master's house ; And how the prattling tongue of garrulous...
Стр. 51 - ON AN INFANT DYING AS SOON AS BORN. I SAW where in the shroud did lurk A curious frame of Nature's work. A flow'ret crushed in the bud, A nameless piece of Babyhood, Was in her cradle-coffin lying ; Extinct, with scarce the sense of dying : So soon to...