Selection of Poems ...Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 |
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... turn , To meet the kind looks of a friend ? Perhaps thou think'st a stricken heart , To many a kindred care inclin'd , With all thy griefs would sympathize , To all thy weakness would be kind ? Yes , my sweet love - by hopes most dear ...
... turn , To meet the kind looks of a friend ? Perhaps thou think'st a stricken heart , To many a kindred care inclin'd , With all thy griefs would sympathize , To all thy weakness would be kind ? Yes , my sweet love - by hopes most dear ...
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... turn from a wanderer's lay . Perhaps they will deem him neglected , forlorn , As they mark how unequal his numbers all flow , Of fortune the sport , or of beauty the scorn , Conjecture his sorrows , and pity his woe . Ah , no , let them ...
... turn from a wanderer's lay . Perhaps they will deem him neglected , forlorn , As they mark how unequal his numbers all flow , Of fortune the sport , or of beauty the scorn , Conjecture his sorrows , and pity his woe . Ah , no , let them ...
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... turn thy horse , Death besets this onward track , Come no further - quickly back . Hear'st thou not the raven's croak ? See'st thou not the blasted oak ? Feel'st thou not the loaded sky ? Read thy danger , king , and fly . Lo , yon ...
... turn thy horse , Death besets this onward track , Come no further - quickly back . Hear'st thou not the raven's croak ? See'st thou not the blasted oak ? Feel'st thou not the loaded sky ? Read thy danger , king , and fly . Lo , yon ...
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... turn , could save Joe from the all - devouring grave . As greyhound with superior force Seizes poor puss and ends her course ; So stopt the fates this sportsman true , Who now for ever bids adieu To quick soho ! and loud halloo ...
... turn , could save Joe from the all - devouring grave . As greyhound with superior force Seizes poor puss and ends her course ; So stopt the fates this sportsman true , Who now for ever bids adieu To quick soho ! and loud halloo ...
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... search the fatal field . O'er the sad scene in dire amaze She went , with courage not her own ; she cast her gaze , O'er many a corpse And turn'd her ear to many a moan . Drear anguish urged her to press Full many a hand 53.
... search the fatal field . O'er the sad scene in dire amaze She went , with courage not her own ; she cast her gaze , O'er many a corpse And turn'd her ear to many a moan . Drear anguish urged her to press Full many a hand 53.
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Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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...