Selection of Poems ...Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 |
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1. oldal
... never can decay . Hast thou not seen , at ev'ning hour , When Phoebus sunk beneath the main , Reclin❜d in some sequester'd bow'r The village maid , or shepherd swain ? Hast thou not mark'd them cull with care Some favor'd flow'ret from ...
... never can decay . Hast thou not seen , at ev'ning hour , When Phoebus sunk beneath the main , Reclin❜d in some sequester'd bow'r The village maid , or shepherd swain ? Hast thou not mark'd them cull with care Some favor'd flow'ret from ...
5. oldal
... Never with your duty strove ; Could you never hear persuasion Dropping from the lip of love ? Had you seen the lovely stranger , And had been so sweetly bid ; You had lost all thought of danger , And lov'd him more than Mira did ...
... Never with your duty strove ; Could you never hear persuasion Dropping from the lip of love ? Had you seen the lovely stranger , And had been so sweetly bid ; You had lost all thought of danger , And lov'd him more than Mira did ...
13. oldal
... never know .. O tell me , doth some favour'd youth , With virtue tir'd , thy beauty slight ; And leave those thrones of love and truth , That lip , and bosom of delight ? Perhaps to nymphs of other shades , He feigns the soft impassion ...
... never know .. O tell me , doth some favour'd youth , With virtue tir'd , thy beauty slight ; And leave those thrones of love and truth , That lip , and bosom of delight ? Perhaps to nymphs of other shades , He feigns the soft impassion ...
14. oldal
... Should softly melt , but never for thine own . Till pitying all - and ev'n thy foes forgiv'n , Thy candid spirit seeks its native heav'n . General Evening Post . SONNET . WHILST in those eyes of mildest light , 14 Sonnet to Mrs Smith •
... Should softly melt , but never for thine own . Till pitying all - and ev'n thy foes forgiv'n , Thy candid spirit seeks its native heav'n . General Evening Post . SONNET . WHILST in those eyes of mildest light , 14 Sonnet to Mrs Smith •
16. oldal
... never speak . And if thy friends should prove unkind , And if hard foes thy soul oppress'd ; On my poor heart thou should'st recline , And rest thy head upon my breast . Nor be the pleasing hope in vain , That scenes like these of joy ...
... never speak . And if thy friends should prove unkind , And if hard foes thy soul oppress'd ; On my poor heart thou should'st recline , And rest thy head upon my breast . Nor be the pleasing hope in vain , That scenes like these of joy ...
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adieu beauty beneath bless blest bliss to thee bloom bosom breast breath bright Charlotte Smith charms charms beneath cheek dear death delight despair e'er ev'ning ev'ry fair fancy fate fear flow'r fond fondly friges gale gentle glowing grace grief grove happy hear heart heaven hope hour kiss kiss the sky lips lonely lov'd Love wave lute maid mighty fell mind morning beams mourn muse native ne'er 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 tell tender thine thou thought thro trembling vale vermil VERSES vex'd virtue voice vows wander wave Whilst wild WILLIAM SHENSTONE wind yonder youth
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253. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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...