Selection of Poems ...Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 |
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... Fond of those hives where folly reigns , And Britain's peers receive her chains . Do not arraign my want of taste , Or sigh to ken where joys are plac❜d . They widely err , who think me blind , And I disclaim a stoic's mind . Like ...
... Fond of those hives where folly reigns , And Britain's peers receive her chains . Do not arraign my want of taste , Or sigh to ken where joys are plac❜d . They widely err , who think me blind , And I disclaim a stoic's mind . Like ...
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... these mournful thoughts possessing , Such delights I find in grief , That , could heaven afford relief , My fond heart would scorn the blessing . Sir John Moore . EPITAPH . EDWARD BURTON , ATTORNEY AT LAW , IN 44 Song.
... these mournful thoughts possessing , Such delights I find in grief , That , could heaven afford relief , My fond heart would scorn the blessing . Sir John Moore . EPITAPH . EDWARD BURTON , ATTORNEY AT LAW , IN 44 Song.
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... fond affection cast ; . I see thee clasp her in thine arms , And in the present lose the past . But soon the dear illusion flies ; The sad reality returns ; My crimes again to mem'ry rise , And , ah ! in vain my orphan mourns : Till ...
... fond affection cast ; . I see thee clasp her in thine arms , And in the present lose the past . But soon the dear illusion flies ; The sad reality returns ; My crimes again to mem'ry rise , And , ah ! in vain my orphan mourns : Till ...
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... fond desire ! O mother , spite of all , most dear ! Must I unblest by thee expire ? Thy love alone I call to mind , And all thy past disdain forget , - Each keen reproach , each frown unkind , That crush'd my hopes when last we met ...
... fond desire ! O mother , spite of all , most dear ! Must I unblest by thee expire ? Thy love alone I call to mind , And all thy past disdain forget , - Each keen reproach , each frown unkind , That crush'd my hopes when last we met ...
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... fond and anxious arms Restore their much - lov'd Sailor Boy . In battle may he win the day , And ride triumphant o'er the waves , Fight gallantly in freedom's cause , But never , never league with slaves . And when the glorious day is ...
... fond and anxious arms Restore their much - lov'd Sailor Boy . In battle may he win the day , And ride triumphant o'er the waves , Fight gallantly in freedom's cause , But never , never league with slaves . And when the glorious day is ...
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293 ÆäÀÌÁö - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, . And all my midnight hours defend.
150 ÆäÀÌÁö - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
132 ÆäÀÌÁö - Go, Soul, the body's guest, Upon a thankless arrant: Fear not to touch the best; The truth shall be thy warrant: Go, since I needs must die, And give the world the lie. Say to the court, it glows And shines like rotten wood; Say to the church it shows What's good, and doth no good: If church and court reply, Then give them both the lie. Tell potentates, they live Acting by others...
208 ÆäÀÌÁö - When all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise.
263 ÆäÀÌÁö - Twas thus, by the cave of the mountain afar, While his harp rung symphonious, a hermit began ; No more with himself or with nature at war, He thought as a sage, though he felt as a man.
171 ÆäÀÌÁö - What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear; Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet, From birds among the bowers.
264 ÆäÀÌÁö - Now, gliding remote on the verge of the sky, The Moon, half extinguish'd, her crescent displays ; But lately I mark'd when majestic on high She shone, and the planets were lost in her blaze. Roll on, thou fair orb, and with gladness pursue The path that conducts thee to splendour again. But man's faded glory what change shall renew? Ah, fool...
150 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired ; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee ; How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
134 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tell arts they have no soundness, But vary by esteeming, Tell schools they want profoundness, And stand too much on seeming.
133 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tell zeal it wants devotion. Tell love it is but lust, Tell time it is but motion, Tell flesh it is but dust : And wish them not reply, For thou must give the lie.