Selection of Poems ...Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1808 |
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الصفحة 12
... tell me where , What distant lands this unknown fair , Or distant seas detain ? Swift as the wheel of nature rolls I'd fly , to meet , and mingle souls , And wear the joyful chain . " Weekly Amusement . CONTEMPLATION . CONTEMPLATION ...
... tell me where , What distant lands this unknown fair , Or distant seas detain ? Swift as the wheel of nature rolls I'd fly , to meet , and mingle souls , And wear the joyful chain . " Weekly Amusement . CONTEMPLATION . CONTEMPLATION ...
الصفحة 35
... dry ; Keep a still , even fruitful wave , And bless the neighb'ring meads they lave . My fortune ( for I'll mention all , And more than you dare tell ) is small ; Yet ev'ry friend partakes my store , And want goes 35.
... dry ; Keep a still , even fruitful wave , And bless the neighb'ring meads they lave . My fortune ( for I'll mention all , And more than you dare tell ) is small ; Yet ev'ry friend partakes my store , And want goes 35.
الصفحة 39
... tell in plaintive song , And , sadly pensive , sooth my flame . With inbred sighs , the grateful swains My tale will beg me to renew ; Sweetly appeas'd , beguile their pains , Transported when I speak of you . But , should some curious ...
... tell in plaintive song , And , sadly pensive , sooth my flame . With inbred sighs , the grateful swains My tale will beg me to renew ; Sweetly appeas'd , beguile their pains , Transported when I speak of you . But , should some curious ...
الصفحة 53
... himself Tom Jones . To some gay girl his vows are giv'n , And soon he learns to tell , That , when she smiles , he is in heav'n , And , when she frowns , in hell . Ague or influenza soon Comes on ; he weds a 58 Tom Jones.
... himself Tom Jones . To some gay girl his vows are giv'n , And soon he learns to tell , That , when she smiles , he is in heav'n , And , when she frowns , in hell . Ague or influenza soon Comes on ; he weds a 58 Tom Jones.
الصفحة 91
... tell thee - my old brown ; Trimm'd to a jacket , with the skirts cut down—- Thou laugh'st ; -I know thou dost ; -but check that sneer ; What tho ' no fashion'd sportsman I appear , Yet hence thy Charles's voice gains shriller force ; Ah ...
... tell thee - my old brown ; Trimm'd to a jacket , with the skirts cut down—- Thou laugh'st ; -I know thou dost ; -but check that sneer ; What tho ' no fashion'd sportsman I appear , Yet hence thy Charles's voice gains shriller force ; Ah ...
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basket woman beauteous beauty beneath bless blest bliss bloom blush bosom bow'r breast breath bright canst charms cheek cheer cry'd dear death delight doom'd e'er EPIGRAM ev'ning ev'ry fair fancy fate fear flame flow'r flower folding star fond friend of human gale gentle give gloom glow grace grief hail happy hast heart heav'n hope hour kind gentlemen LADY life's lov'd love's lyre Magazine maid mind morn mourn muse Musidora ne'er night nymph o'er pain peace Pindar pity pleasure poison'd pow'r pride rapture RICHARD PLANTAGENET rill rise rose rove sacred scene shade shine sigh silent skies smile soft song sooth sorrow soul spring strain stream swain sweet tear Tell tender thee thine thought thro TOM JONES trembling Twas vale vex'd voice wilt thou wind wings wish youth
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الصفحة 293 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, . And all my midnight hours defend.
الصفحة 150 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
الصفحة 132 - Go, Soul, the body's guest, Upon a thankless arrant: Fear not to touch the best; The truth shall be thy warrant: Go, since I needs must die, And give the world the lie. Say to the court, it glows And shines like rotten wood; Say to the church it shows What's good, and doth no good: If church and court reply, Then give them both the lie. Tell potentates, they live Acting by others...
الصفحة 208 - When all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise.
الصفحة 263 - Twas thus, by the cave of the mountain afar, While his harp rung symphonious, a hermit began ; No more with himself or with nature at war, He thought as a sage, though he felt as a man.
الصفحة 171 - What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear; Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet, From birds among the bowers.
الصفحة 264 - Now, gliding remote on the verge of the sky, The Moon, half extinguish'd, her crescent displays ; But lately I mark'd when majestic on high She shone, and the planets were lost in her blaze. Roll on, thou fair orb, and with gladness pursue The path that conducts thee to splendour again. But man's faded glory what change shall renew? Ah, fool...
الصفحة 150 - Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired ; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee ; How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
الصفحة 134 - Tell arts they have no soundness, But vary by esteeming, Tell schools they want profoundness, And stand too much on seeming.
الصفحة 133 - Tell zeal it wants devotion. Tell love it is but lust, Tell time it is but motion, Tell flesh it is but dust : And wish them not reply, For thou must give the lie.