Selection of Poems ...Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 - Poetry |
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... the village mill . February . All around looks sad and dreary ; Fast the flaky snow descends : Yet the red - breasts chirrup cheery , While the mitten'd lass attends , March . Rise the winds , and rocks the cottage 8 The Year.
... the village mill . February . All around looks sad and dreary ; Fast the flaky snow descends : Yet the red - breasts chirrup cheery , While the mitten'd lass attends , March . Rise the winds , and rocks the cottage 8 The Year.
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March . Rise the winds , and rocks the cottage , Thaws the roof and wets the path Dorcas cooks the sav'ry pottage , Smokes the cake upon the hearth . April . Sunshine intermits with ardour , Shades fly swiftly o'er the fields ; Show'rs ...
March . Rise the winds , and rocks the cottage , Thaws the roof and wets the path Dorcas cooks the sav'ry pottage , Smokes the cake upon the hearth . April . Sunshine intermits with ardour , Shades fly swiftly o'er the fields ; Show'rs ...
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... wind ; Panting terror fled before , Wounds and death were left behind . The war - fiend curs'd the sunken day , That check'd his fierce pursuit too soon ; While scarcely lighting to the prey , Low hung and lour'd the bloody moon . The ...
... wind ; Panting terror fled before , Wounds and death were left behind . The war - fiend curs'd the sunken day , That check'd his fierce pursuit too soon ; While scarcely lighting to the prey , Low hung and lour'd the bloody moon . The ...
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... wind , As blushing she heard the grave lesson I taught . Then tell me , thou grotto of moss - cover'd stone , And tell me , thou willow , with leaves dripping dew , Did Delia seem vex'd when Horatio was gone ? And did she confess her ...
... wind , As blushing she heard the grave lesson I taught . Then tell me , thou grotto of moss - cover'd stone , And tell me , thou willow , with leaves dripping dew , Did Delia seem vex'd when Horatio was gone ? And did she confess her ...
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... winds borne , Shall I be sever'd from your sight ; You left the lonely hours to mourn , And weep thro ' many a stormy night . When far along the restless deep , In trim array the ship shall steer ; Your form remembrance still shall keep ...
... winds borne , Shall I be sever'd from your sight ; You left the lonely hours to mourn , And weep thro ' many a stormy night . When far along the restless deep , In trim array the ship shall steer ; Your form remembrance still shall keep ...
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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...