Selection of Poems ...Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 |
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... . 400 Imitation of Ilorace ........ 401 Inscription under an Hour Glass .... 403 The Dream ...... .... 403 Translation of " Brevis esse laboro " .. 404 Corin's Fate ................ 405 Song to the Lute in Musicke CONTENTS .
... . 400 Imitation of Ilorace ........ 401 Inscription under an Hour Glass .... 403 The Dream ...... .... 403 Translation of " Brevis esse laboro " .. 404 Corin's Fate ................ 405 Song to the Lute in Musicke CONTENTS .
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... Lute in Musicke ........ 406 Jemmy Dawson ............ Colin and Lucy ......... Margaret's Ghost ......... Ode to the Harp .............. .. 407 ... 411 .. 414 ... 417 Hymn by Dr. Hawksworth ......... 418 On revisiting the Trent ...
... Lute in Musicke ........ 406 Jemmy Dawson ............ Colin and Lucy ......... Margaret's Ghost ......... Ode to the Harp .............. .. 407 ... 411 .. 414 ... 417 Hymn by Dr. Hawksworth ......... 418 On revisiting the Trent ...
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... lute of love . " Go gentle lute , with softest air " Breathe pity o'er my Delia's breast ; " Thy sound shall melt the passion'd fair , " Her smile of love shall crown me blest . " Go gentle lute , for Venus kind " Bids her wing'd boy ...
... lute of love . " Go gentle lute , with softest air " Breathe pity o'er my Delia's breast ; " Thy sound shall melt the passion'd fair , " Her smile of love shall crown me blest . " Go gentle lute , for Venus kind " Bids her wing'd boy ...
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... lute , with sorrow swell , .. In battle slain the heroes lie : O Jacob , how thy mighty fell ! Forbear , O fame , with haughty strains , In Gath to tell the gloomy tale ; Forbear , on Ascalonia's plains , To bid the fatal theme prevail ...
... lute , with sorrow swell , .. In battle slain the heroes lie : O Jacob , how thy mighty fell ! Forbear , O fame , with haughty strains , In Gath to tell the gloomy tale ; Forbear , on Ascalonia's plains , To bid the fatal theme prevail ...
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... lute forbear !¡¢ On yonder heights the mighty fell . And , oh ! my second self , my friend , For thee mine eyes with sorrow flow : To mournful lays , dear shade , attend , And hear me touch the lute of woe . Sweet was thy soul , thy ...
... lute forbear !¡¢ On yonder heights the mighty fell . And , oh ! my second self , my friend , For thee mine eyes with sorrow flow : To mournful lays , dear shade , attend , And hear me touch the lute of woe . Sweet was thy soul , thy ...
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253 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
97 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
93 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
392 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
254 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
259 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
93 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
297 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
338 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
98 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...