Selection of Poems ...Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 |
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... grove , The hoary ground , the frowning skies ! Nor only thro ' the wasted plain , Stern winter , is thy force confess'd ; Still wider spreads thy horrid reign , I feel thy power usurp my breast . Enliv'ning hope and fond desire ...
... grove , The hoary ground , the frowning skies ! Nor only thro ' the wasted plain , Stern winter , is thy force confess'd ; Still wider spreads thy horrid reign , I feel thy power usurp my breast . Enliv'ning hope and fond desire ...
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... grove , And strive to charm away my woe , While echoes wild my 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 ...
... grove , And strive to charm away my woe , While echoes wild my 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 ...
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... grove , ' Midst summer's heat or winter's snow , With Dian thou delight'st to rove . Come then , blest nymph ! my cottage cheer , Hale exercise thy steps shall guide ; And decent mirth shall meet thee there ; And temperance at the board ...
... grove , ' Midst summer's heat or winter's snow , With Dian thou delight'st to rove . Come then , blest nymph ! my cottage cheer , Hale exercise thy steps shall guide ; And decent mirth shall meet thee there ; And temperance at the board ...
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... lover's breast . No sighs are heard within this blissful grove , But the soft cooings of the plaintive dove . When on a tender flow'ry bed Of fragrant turf I lay my head , Wrapt in a pleasing reverie , The gods themselves might D 2 35.
... lover's breast . No sighs are heard within this blissful grove , But the soft cooings of the plaintive dove . When on a tender flow'ry bed Of fragrant turf I lay my head , Wrapt in a pleasing reverie , The gods themselves might D 2 35.
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... grove , An emblem of pow'r , and the fav'rite of Jove , Tho ' Phoebus with laurel his temples has bound , And with chaplets of poplar Alcides is crown'd ; Tho ' Pallas the olive has grac'd with her choice , And old Mother Cybele in ...
... grove , An emblem of pow'r , and the fav'rite of Jove , Tho ' Phoebus with laurel his temples has bound , And with chaplets of poplar Alcides is crown'd ; Tho ' Pallas the olive has grac'd with her choice , And old Mother Cybele in ...
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Стр. 253 - 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.
Стр. 97 - 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.
Стр. 93 - 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.
Стр. 392 - 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.
Стр. 254 - 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.
Стр. 259 - 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.
Стр. 93 - 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...
Стр. 297 - 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.
Стр. 338 - 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.
Стр. 98 - 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...