The chaplet, poems, partly original and partly selected1805 |
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16 ÆäÀÌÁö
... sight , After the field was won , For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun ; But things like that you know must be After a famous victory . Great praise the Duke of Marlbro ' won , And our good Prince Eugene.- Why ' twas a ...
... sight , After the field was won , For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun ; But things like that you know must be After a famous victory . Great praise the Duke of Marlbro ' won , And our good Prince Eugene.- Why ' twas a ...
17 ÆäÀÌÁö
... sight , When the drum beat at dead of night , Commanding fires of death , to light The darkness of her scenery . By torch , and trumpet , fast array ́d , Each horseman drew his battle blade , And furious every charger neigh'd , To join ...
... sight , When the drum beat at dead of night , Commanding fires of death , to light The darkness of her scenery . By torch , and trumpet , fast array ́d , Each horseman drew his battle blade , And furious every charger neigh'd , To join ...
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... sight , Moaning her bird would die . The tongue - ty'd knocker none might use , The curtains none undraw , The footmen went without their shoes , The street was laid with straw . DS The doctor us'd his oily art Of strong emetic kind 29 ...
... sight , Moaning her bird would die . The tongue - ty'd knocker none might use , The curtains none undraw , The footmen went without their shoes , The street was laid with straw . DS The doctor us'd his oily art Of strong emetic kind 29 ...
53 ÆäÀÌÁö
... the fearful margin , play . Pleas'd on his various freaks to dwell , She saw him climb my rustic cell ; Thence eye my lawns with verdure bright , And seem all ravish'd at the sight . She tells , with what delight he stood , To F 3 53.
... the fearful margin , play . Pleas'd on his various freaks to dwell , She saw him climb my rustic cell ; Thence eye my lawns with verdure bright , And seem all ravish'd at the sight . She tells , with what delight he stood , To F 3 53.
56 ÆäÀÌÁö
... sight , By too fierce , and to constant a blaze ; But affection , mild planet of night ! Grows lovelier the longer we gaze . It shall thrive when the flattering forms , That encircle creation decay ; It shall live ' mid the wide wasting ...
... sight , By too fierce , and to constant a blaze ; But affection , mild planet of night ! Grows lovelier the longer we gaze . It shall thrive when the flattering forms , That encircle creation decay ; It shall live ' mid the wide wasting ...
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art thou beams beauty Beauty's beneath blast bless blest blush bosom bower breast breath bright brow charms cheek clasp'd cotton grass Croesus dear death delight despair dread drest dwell ev'ry Fanny blooming fair fate fear feel flow flowers fond form'd gale gentle glow grace grave grief hand happy hard fate hast hear heart Heav'n hope hour lady lips lov'd lyre maid Mary morn ne'er night nymph o'er pain pale pang passions peace Pity poor pow'r praise pride rage rais'd rapture rest rise round shade sigh silent skies sleep smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul spring swain sweet sweet sensation swell tear tempests tender thee thine thou thro trembling Twas vale virgin's first love virtue voice vows waves wild wild passion willow wind winding sheet wing youth
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18 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun,' Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave ! And charge with all thy chivalry...
16 ÆäÀÌÁö - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, And our good Prince Eugene.
176 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary!
14 ÆäÀÌÁö - Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, ' 'Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
87 ÆäÀÌÁö - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whisper'd promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail ! Still would her touch the strain prolong; And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She call'd on Echo still, through all the song: And, where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close, And Hope enchanted smiled, and waved her golden hair.
19 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tis want that makes my cheek so pale. Yet I was once a mother's pride, And my brave father's hope and joy ; But in the Nile's proud fight he died, And I am now an orphan boy. " Poor foolish child, how pleased was I, When news of Nelson's victory came, Along the crowded streets to fly, And...
163 ÆäÀÌÁö - Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge, And sheds the freshening dew, and, lovelier still, The pensive Pleasures sweet, Prepare thy shadowy car.
40 ÆäÀÌÁö - Then holding the spectacles up to the court — Your lordship observes they are made with a straddle As wide as the ridge of the Nose is ; in short, Designed to sit close to it, just like a saddle.
176 ÆäÀÌÁö - Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary! Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more; My Mary! For though thou gladly wouldst fulfil The same kind office for me still, Thy sight now seconds not thy will, My Mary!
17 ÆäÀÌÁö - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.