Selection of Poems ...Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 |
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... Hope 7 The Year 8 Sonnet to Mrs. G. .... 11 Impromptu on a Tax upon Spirits .... 11 Epitaph on Dr. Johnson • 12 Epigram 12 Song 12 Maria's Evening Service 13 .... Sonnet to Mrs. Smith Sonnet To Mary • 14 15 17 Inscribed on the Wall of a ...
... Hope 7 The Year 8 Sonnet to Mrs. G. .... 11 Impromptu on a Tax upon Spirits .... 11 Epitaph on Dr. Johnson • 12 Epigram 12 Song 12 Maria's Evening Service 13 .... Sonnet to Mrs. Smith Sonnet To Mary • 14 15 17 Inscribed on the Wall of a ...
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... Hope 36 39 The Vain Attempt . • 39 Ode to Sleep .... 41 Epitaph on W. Shenstone , Esq ....... on a Sportsman on Lord Aubrey Beauclerk 42 43 .... 44 on a Horse . ...... ... 44 on Nicholas Rowe , Esq . ...... 45 on Mrs. Wr - n David's ...
... Hope 36 39 The Vain Attempt . • 39 Ode to Sleep .... 41 Epitaph on W. Shenstone , Esq ....... on a Sportsman on Lord Aubrey Beauclerk 42 43 .... 44 on a Horse . ...... ... 44 on Nicholas Rowe , Esq . ...... 45 on Mrs. Wr - n David's ...
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... Hope ........ 73 The Tender Wish .... 74 Elegy · 75 Sonnet • 76 Solicitude Elegy on the Plain of Fontenoy Night ..... To Lavinia at Fifteen An Estimate of Life 77 78 • 81 82 83 The Fair Moralist ... 84 May .. Answer to the Triple Plea ...
... Hope ........ 73 The Tender Wish .... 74 Elegy · 75 Sonnet • 76 Solicitude Elegy on the Plain of Fontenoy Night ..... To Lavinia at Fifteen An Estimate of Life 77 78 • 81 82 83 The Fair Moralist ... 84 May .. Answer to the Triple Plea ...
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... Lea Stanzas by Lord Capel , a Prisoner in the 198 201 202 203 Tower . 204 The Garland • 207 On a Tuft of early Violets 209 Verses 211 The Summer Fades • 213 Hope 215 An old Ballad .... Epitaph 217 ... 218 On Mr. CONTENTS .
... Lea Stanzas by Lord Capel , a Prisoner in the 198 201 202 203 Tower . 204 The Garland • 207 On a Tuft of early Violets 209 Verses 211 The Summer Fades • 213 Hope 215 An old Ballad .... Epitaph 217 ... 218 On Mr. CONTENTS .
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... Hope Address to Woman Sonnet Verses Lines by Mrs. Opie ... An unfortunate Mother to her Infant at the Breast .. •••• On leaving London Ode to Candour A Farewell ......... . ...... 274 • 276 • 277 278 279 ... 280 281 · 283 284 On having ...
... Hope Address to Woman Sonnet Verses Lines by Mrs. Opie ... An unfortunate Mother to her Infant at the Breast .. •••• On leaving London Ode to Candour A Farewell ......... . ...... 274 • 276 • 277 278 279 ... 280 281 · 283 284 On having ...
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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
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...