Selection of Poems ...Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 |
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... loudly how the mighty fell . No more , ye hills , may genial dews Your soil with liberal bounty crown ; No more may heaven its boons diffuse , And shower the ripe oblation down .: For there the joys of Israel fled , Your crimson 47.
... loudly how the mighty fell . No more , ye hills , may genial dews Your soil with liberal bounty crown ; No more may heaven its boons diffuse , And shower the ripe oblation down .: For there the joys of Israel fled , Your crimson 47.
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... ev'ry care , and make this dungeon smile ; In her , what kings , what saints have wish'd is given , Her heart is empire , and her love is heaven ! Monthly Miscellany . • Macbeth . F THE TEAR . How prone the bosom is to sigh 65.
... ev'ry care , and make this dungeon smile ; In her , what kings , what saints have wish'd is given , Her heart is empire , and her love is heaven ! Monthly Miscellany . • Macbeth . F THE TEAR . How prone the bosom is to sigh 65.
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... heaven , and bow'd her head and died . Literary Magazine . TRANSLATION OF THE FOREGOING ELEGY . VESPER. erat. ;. campis. et. nix. hyemosa. ruebat. ,. Stridebatque , aquilo , per loca m©¡sta situ ; H©¡c , incerta vi©¡ , peragrabat sola puella ...
... heaven , and bow'd her head and died . Literary Magazine . TRANSLATION OF THE FOREGOING ELEGY . VESPER. erat. ;. campis. et. nix. hyemosa. ruebat. ,. Stridebatque , aquilo , per loca m©¡sta situ ; H©¡c , incerta vi©¡ , peragrabat sola puella ...
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... heaven's trumpets loud by angels blown , And lyres of Seraphim around thy throne , O great Supreme ! and while their voices join , Proclaiming praise and glory only thine , Presuming more , perhaps , than angels dare , A trembling worm ...
... heaven's trumpets loud by angels blown , And lyres of Seraphim around thy throne , O great Supreme ! and while their voices join , Proclaiming praise and glory only thine , Presuming more , perhaps , than angels dare , A trembling worm ...
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... heavens veil , Aloft to reef the sail - he flies ! In storms so rending , doom'd to roam , The ocean is the seaman's home ! Midnight Wanderers , an Opera . ADVERTISEMENT . WANTED IMMEDIATELY , A MINISTER CAPABLE OF PLEASING 148 The ...
... heavens veil , Aloft to reef the sail - he flies ! In storms so rending , doom'd to roam , The ocean is the seaman's home ! Midnight Wanderers , an Opera . ADVERTISEMENT . WANTED IMMEDIATELY , A MINISTER CAPABLE OF PLEASING 148 The ...
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adieu beauty beneath bless blest bliss to thee bloom blushing bosom breast breath bright Charlotte Smith charms cheek cruel doubting dear Delia delight despair e'er ev'ning ev'ry fair fancy fate fear flow'r fond fondly friendship friges gale gentle glowing grace grief grove hand hear heart heaven hope hour kiss kiss the sky lov'd lovely band lover's lute maid mighty fell mind mourn muse native ne'er NICHOLAS ROWE night nymph o'er pain pale passion peace pensive Pindar pity pleasure pleasure's pow'r R. B. SHERIDAN rapture reign rill rose ROSLINE CASTLE scene scorn shade shou'd sigh sleep smile soft song SONNET sooth sorrow soul strain stream swain sweet swell tear tender thine thou thought thro trembling vale VERSES vex'd virtue voice wander wave Whilst wild WILLIAM SHENSTONE wind yonder youth ¥Å¥Ñ¥É¥Ó¥Á¥Ñ¥Ç
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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...