Selection of Poems ...Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 |
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الصفحة 18
... stream . Ye flocks , that hang white on the side of yon hill ;. Ye herds who , beneath , crop the grass of the vale , Ye that chirp in the hedge , or skim light on the rill , Or fluttering , give your gay wing to the gale . Sweet ...
... stream . Ye flocks , that hang white on the side of yon hill ;. Ye herds who , beneath , crop the grass of the vale , Ye that chirp in the hedge , or skim light on the rill , Or fluttering , give your gay wing to the gale . Sweet ...
الصفحة 27
... stream , Thou , my love's perpetual theme ; But when thou art from my sight , Music fails to give delight . All in vain the gardens grow , All in vain the roses blow ; Pink nor carnation have their charms , When thou art absent from my ...
... stream , Thou , my love's perpetual theme ; But when thou art from my sight , Music fails to give delight . All in vain the gardens grow , All in vain the roses blow ; Pink nor carnation have their charms , When thou art absent from my ...
الصفحة 35
... stream , now stagnant creeps , Now down its rapid current sweeps In many a maze , the rushy margin laves , And bathes the verdant carpet with its waves . Dancing on the enamell'd green To the sounding tambourine , The mellow hautboy ...
... stream , now stagnant creeps , Now down its rapid current sweeps In many a maze , the rushy margin laves , And bathes the verdant carpet with its waves . Dancing on the enamell'd green To the sounding tambourine , The mellow hautboy ...
الصفحة 36
... pensive heart be glad , Whate'er the frowning zealots say ; Tell them their Eden cannot show A stream so clear as Rocnabad , A bow'r so sweet as Mosellay . Oh ! when these fair , perfidious maids , Whose 36 A Persian Song.
... pensive heart be glad , Whate'er the frowning zealots say ; Tell them their Eden cannot show A stream so clear as Rocnabad , A bow'r so sweet as Mosellay . Oh ! when these fair , perfidious maids , Whose 36 A Persian Song.
الصفحة 38
... streams of sweetness fill , Which nought but drops of honey sip ? Go boldly forth , my simple lay , Whose accents flow with artless ease , Like orient pearls at random strung ; Thy notes are sweet , the damsels say , But oh ! far ...
... streams of sweetness fill , Which nought but drops of honey sip ? Go boldly forth , my simple lay , Whose accents flow with artless ease , Like orient pearls at random strung ; Thy notes are sweet , the damsels say , But oh ! far ...
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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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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...