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... Lady 154 Autumn 155 I Remember , I Remember I 156 Death's Ramble 157 Address to Mr. Cross , of Exeter Change , on the Death of the Elephant The Poet's Portion Ode to the late Lord Mayor , on the Publication of his " Visit to Oxford ...
... Lady 154 Autumn 155 I Remember , I Remember I 156 Death's Ramble 157 Address to Mr. Cross , of Exeter Change , on the Death of the Elephant The Poet's Portion Ode to the late Lord Mayor , on the Publication of his " Visit to Oxford ...
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... Lady , such as I would speak 99 295 • Letter from L. E. L. Odes and Addresses to Great People . - To Thomas Bish , Esq . Ode.Jerdan , farewell ! farewell to all 296 297 300 1828 . Ex Post - Facto Epigrams : - Town and Country . - An Ode ...
... Lady , such as I would speak 99 295 • Letter from L. E. L. Odes and Addresses to Great People . - To Thomas Bish , Esq . Ode.Jerdan , farewell ! farewell to all 296 297 300 1828 . Ex Post - Facto Epigrams : - Town and Country . - An Ode ...
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... Lady in Love with Romance The Eighth Sleeper of Ephesus Madeline Masetto and his Mare The Story of Michel Argenti The Three Jewels Geronimo and Ghisola The Fall of the Leaf Baranga The Exile The Owl The German Knight The Florentine ...
... Lady in Love with Romance The Eighth Sleeper of Ephesus Madeline Masetto and his Mare The Story of Michel Argenti The Three Jewels Geronimo and Ghisola The Fall of the Leaf Baranga The Exile The Owl The German Knight The Florentine ...
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... lady from the strict embrace Of that foul Serpent , clasping her within His sable folds - like Eve enthrall'd by the old Sin . But there is none - no knight in panoply , Nor Love , intrench'd in his strong steely coat : No little speck ...
... lady from the strict embrace Of that foul Serpent , clasping her within His sable folds - like Eve enthrall'd by the old Sin . But there is none - no knight in panoply , Nor Love , intrench'd in his strong steely coat : No little speck ...
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... ladies play high shawl and satin games- A little Hell of lace ! And past the Athenæum , made of late , Severs a sweet variety Of milliners and booksellers who grace Waterloo Place , Making division , the Muse fears and guesses , " Twixt ...
... ladies play high shawl and satin games- A little Hell of lace ! And past the Athenæum , made of late , Severs a sweet variety Of milliners and booksellers who grace Waterloo Place , Making division , the Muse fears and guesses , " Twixt ...
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Page 103 - We watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. " ' So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. " ' Our very hopes belied our fears ; Our fears our hopes belied ; We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. " ' For when the morn came dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed ; — she had Another morn...
Page 156 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER' I REMEMBER, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away...
Page 157 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy.
Page 209 - ... cowslip is a country wench, The violet is a nun ; — But I will woo the dainty rose, The queen of every one. The pea is but a wanton witch, In too much haste to wed, And clasps her rings on every hand ; The wolfsbane I should dread ; Nor will I dreary rosemarye, That always mourns the dead ; — But I will woo the dainty rose, With her cheeks of tender red. The lily is all in white, like a saint, And so is no mate for me — And the daisy's cheek is...
Page 151 - BEN BATTLE was a soldier bold, And used to war's alarms : But a cannon-ball took off his legs, So he laid down his arms ! Now as they bore him off the field, Said he, " Let others shoot, For here I leave my second leg, And the Forty-second Foot ! " The army-surgeons made him limbs : Said he, — "They're only pegs : But there's as wooden Members quite.
Page 290 - t not enough to vex our souls, And fill our eyes, that we have set Our love upon a rose's leaf, Our hearts upon a violet ? Blue eyes, red cheeks, are frailer yet ; And, sometimes, at their swift decay Beforehand we must fret : The roses bud and bloom again ; But love may haunt the grave of love, And watch the mould in vain.
Page 198 - WRITTEN IN A VOLUME OF SHAKSPEARE. How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled ! Hues of all flow'rs that in their ashes lie, Trophied in that fair light whereon they fed, Tulip, and hyacinth, and sweet rose red, — Like exhalations from the leafy mould, Look here how honour glorifies the dead, And warms their scutcheons with a glance of gold !Such is the memory of poets old, Who on Parnassus...
Page 127 - I've met with many a breeze before, But never such a blow ! " Then reading on his 'bacco-box, He heaved a heavy sigh, And then began to eye his pipe, And then to pipe his eye. And then he tried. to sing "All's Well," But could not, though he tried ; His head was turned, and so he chewed His pigtail till he died.
Page 152 - you've lost the feet Of legs in war's alarms, And now you cannot wear your shoes Upon your feats of arms!" "O false and fickle Nelly Gray! I know why you refuse: Though I've no feet, some other man Is standing in my shoes. "I wish I ne'er had seen your face; But, now, a long farewell! For you will be my death;— alas! You will not be my Nell!
Page 56 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.