The chaplet, poems, partly original and partly selected1805 |
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... wind , " If on his breast , my head but rest , " The sweetest sleep I'll find . " - " He waits for thee , " - the knight replied , - 66 By the mouldering cross of stone ; Thy sleep will be sweet : " the stranger sigh'd- " But never ...
... wind , " If on his breast , my head but rest , " The sweetest sleep I'll find . " - " He waits for thee , " - the knight replied , - 66 By the mouldering cross of stone ; Thy sleep will be sweet : " the stranger sigh'd- " But never ...
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... wind , and scarcely cloth'd The beauties they so sullied : o'er her neck ( Sicklied with primrose tint ) her jetty locks Fell rich but rudely , whilst her mournful eyes Beam'd thro ' a watery lustre . She was form`d In nature's ...
... wind , and scarcely cloth'd The beauties they so sullied : o'er her neck ( Sicklied with primrose tint ) her jetty locks Fell rich but rudely , whilst her mournful eyes Beam'd thro ' a watery lustre . She was form`d In nature's ...
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... ; Denied the endearments of thine eye , This widowed heart would break . Thus sung the sweet sequestered bird , Soft as the passing wind , And I recorded what I heard , A lesson for mankind . • THE SPARROW AND DIAMOND . I lately saw , 28.
... ; Denied the endearments of thine eye , This widowed heart would break . Thus sung the sweet sequestered bird , Soft as the passing wind , And I recorded what I heard , A lesson for mankind . • THE SPARROW AND DIAMOND . I lately saw , 28.
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... plain , And torrents descended , and cold was the wind , If Corin went forth ' midst the tempests and rain , Tray scorn'd to be left in the chimney behind . At length in the straw Tray made his last bed 31 The Old Shepherd's.
... plain , And torrents descended , and cold was the wind , If Corin went forth ' midst the tempests and rain , Tray scorn'd to be left in the chimney behind . At length in the straw Tray made his last bed 31 The Old Shepherd's.
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... winds lay only not asleep : The nymph did like the scene appear , Serenely pleasant , calmly fair : Soft fell her words , as flew the air . With secret joy I heard her say That she would never miss one day A walk so fine , a sight so ...
... winds lay only not asleep : The nymph did like the scene appear , Serenely pleasant , calmly fair : Soft fell her words , as flew the air . With secret joy I heard her say That she would never miss one day A walk so fine , a sight so ...
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Стр. 18 - 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...
Стр. 16 - 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.
Стр. 176 - Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary!
Стр. 14 - 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.
Стр. 87 - 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.
Стр. 19 - 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...
Стр. 163 - 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.
Стр. 40 - 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.
Стр. 176 - 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!
Стр. 17 - 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.