Selection of Poems ...Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 - Poetry |
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... sooth each anxious care ; Your tuneful notes can lull to rest Each pang that wrings the lover's breast . No sighs are heard within this blissful grove , But the soft cooings of the plaintive dove . When on a tender flow'ry bed Of ...
... sooth each anxious care ; Your tuneful notes can lull to rest Each pang that wrings the lover's breast . No sighs are heard within this blissful grove , But the soft cooings of the plaintive dove . When on a tender flow'ry bed Of ...
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... sooth my pensive breast , That asks not happiness , but longs for rest . Helen Maria Williams . O THE VAIN ATTEMPT . WERE Philander's charms confin'd To features , winning grace ! Absence might drive him from my mind , Or fairer forms ...
... sooth my pensive breast , That asks not happiness , but longs for rest . Helen Maria Williams . O THE VAIN ATTEMPT . WERE Philander's charms confin'd To features , winning grace ! Absence might drive him from my mind , Or fairer forms ...
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... sooth my pain , And all my suff'rings ease : Alas ! no authors entertain ; No wit but his can please . If of philosophy they treat , My passion they renew ; The sage , of all the most complete , Is present to my view . His image to ...
... sooth my pain , And all my suff'rings ease : Alas ! no authors entertain ; No wit but his can please . If of philosophy they treat , My passion they renew ; The sage , of all the most complete , Is present to my view . His image to ...
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... sooth the pensive mind ; Stella , then , shall smile again ; Stella shall again be kind . Lost to all we most adore , What has life that's worth our care ? Sleep , to my fond arms restore Stella faithful , kind , and fair ! But , tho ...
... sooth the pensive mind ; Stella , then , shall smile again ; Stella shall again be kind . Lost to all we most adore , What has life that's worth our care ? Sleep , to my fond arms restore Stella faithful , kind , and fair ! But , tho ...
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... sooth her bleeding warrior's smart . Tho ' look'd for long , in chill affright , ( The torrent bursting from her eye ) She heard the signal for the fight , While her soul trembled in a sigh . She heard , and clasp'd him to her breast ...
... sooth her bleeding warrior's smart . Tho ' look'd for long , in chill affright , ( The torrent bursting from her eye ) She heard the signal for the fight , While her soul trembled in a sigh . She heard , and clasp'd him to her breast ...
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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
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...