Third period - From Dryden to CowperJames Nichol, 1860 |
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... Heart o ' mine ? JAMES MACPHERSON • Ossian's Address to the Sun Desolation of Balclutha Fingal and the Spirit of Loda Address to the Moon Fingal's Spirit - home The Cave WILLIAM MASON · Epitaph on Mrs Mason An Heroic Epistle to Sir ...
... Heart o ' mine ? JAMES MACPHERSON • Ossian's Address to the Sun Desolation of Balclutha Fingal and the Spirit of Loda Address to the Moon Fingal's Spirit - home The Cave WILLIAM MASON · Epitaph on Mrs Mason An Heroic Epistle to Sir ...
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... passion with your beauty grew , And Cupid at my heart , Still as his mother favoured you , Threw a new flaming dart . 6 Each gloried in their wanton part , To make 2 SEDLEY . ] [ 3D PER SPECIMENS WITH MEMOIRS OF To a very young Lady.
... passion with your beauty grew , And Cupid at my heart , Still as his mother favoured you , Threw a new flaming dart . 6 Each gloried in their wanton part , To make 2 SEDLEY . ] [ 3D PER SPECIMENS WITH MEMOIRS OF To a very young Lady.
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... hearts behind ? With a fa , & c . 6 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 ...
... hearts behind ? With a fa , & c . 6 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 ...
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... heart . Can I forget the dismal night that gave My soul's best part for ever to the grave ? How silent did his old companions tread , By midnight lamps , the mansions of the dead , Through breathing statues , then unheeded things ...
... heart . Can I forget the dismal night that gave My soul's best part for ever to the grave ? How silent did his old companions tread , By midnight lamps , the mansions of the dead , Through breathing statues , then unheeded things ...
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... heart ; Of thee forgetful if I form a song , My lyre be broken , and untuned my tongue , My grief be doubled from thy image free , And mirth a torment , unchastised by thee ! Oft let me range the gloomy aisles alone , Sad luxury ! to ...
... heart ; Of thee forgetful if I form a song , My lyre be broken , and untuned my tongue , My grief be doubled from thy image free , And mirth a torment , unchastised by thee ! Oft let me range the gloomy aisles alone , Sad luxury ! to ...
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Allan Ramsay arms bard beauty became Behold beneath bless blest bloom bonny born Braes of Yarrow breast breath busk Canynge charms clouds Cumnor dear death delight died divine Dr Johnson e'er Edinburgh eyes fair fame father fear Fingal flame flowers frae genius grace green grove hast head hear heart heaven hills Invermay Isaac Watts JAMES MACPHERSON JANE ELLIOT Jenny king light live Lochaber Lord maid married maun mild ale mind Monody morning mournful Muse nature's ne'er never night o'er Ossian peace Peggy poem poet poetical poetry Pope praise rose round scene scorn shade sigh sing Sir Charles smile soft song soul spirit spring Stephen Duck sweet Swift tears thee thine THOMAS CHATTERTON thou thought Twas verse virtue voice waves weep wife wind wrote Yarrow youth
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Страница 146 - Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year...
Страница 201 - Not one immoral, one corrupted thought, One line, which dying he could wish to blot.
Страница 145 - WEEP ye not for the dead, neither bemoan him: But weep sore for him that goeth away : For he shall return no more, Nor see his native country.
Страница 305 - E'en from the grave thou shalt have power to charm. Bid them be chaste, be innocent, like thee; Bid them in duty's sphere as meekly move; And if so fair, from vanity as free, As firm in friendship, and as fond in love, — Tell them...
Страница 129 - My master carries me to church, And often am I blamed Because I leave him in the lurch As soon as text is named ; I leave the church in sermon-time And slink away to Sally ; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley.
Страница 305 - Take, holy earth ! all that my soul holds dear: Take that best gift which Heaven so lately gave : To Bristol's fount I bore with trembling care Her faded form : she bow'd to taste the wave, And died.
Страница 97 - Soft and easy is thy cradle: Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay, When His birthplace was a stable And His softest bed was hay.
Страница 74 - I'll venture for the vole.) Six deans, they say, must bear the pall, (I wish I knew what king to call.; Madam, your husband will attend The funeral of so good a friend.
Страница 169 - Strong is the lion — like a coal His eyeball — like a bastion's mole His chest against the foes: Strong the gier-eagle on his sail, Strong against tide the enormous whale Emerges as he goes.
Страница 73 - Here shift the scene, to represent How those I love my death lament. Poor Pope will grieve a month, and Gay A week, and Arbuthnot a day. St John himself will scarce forbear To bite his pen, and drop a tear. The rest will give a shrug, and cry, ' I 'm sorry — but we all must die!