Theatrical Portraits: With Other PoemsJ. Miller, 1822 - 151 من الصفحات |
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beauty beneath bliss bloom blue blush bosom bow'r breast breathes bright bright eye brow charm cheek Cupid decay dews doth e'en earth enamour'd ev'n ev'ry faded fair fear feeling fled FLEET STREET flow'rs fond Friendship frown gaze gentle grace grave grief hath heart heav'n Honey Moon Hope Hope's hopes and fears hues KEAN Lady leaves light lingers live lone lov'd Love's loveliness lovers lyre Maid Mary may'st thou melody Midsummer Night's Dream mourn MUNDEN Muse Nature's ne'er neath never night o'er Othello pass'd Pay Old Debts play play'd poor pow'r praise rays Rob Roy Romeo and Juliet rose round scene seem'd shade Shakspeare shrine sigh silence song SONNET soothing sorrow soul Spring steal sweet sweetest sweetly tears thee thou art thought thro tone truth Twas Twelfth Night twilight voice weep whilst wild wither'd young youth
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الصفحة 104 - Like spring-showers, they'll only make The smiles that follow shine more brightly. May Time, who sheds his blight o'er all, And daily dooms some joy to death, O'er thee let years so gently fall, They shall not crush one flower beneath. As half in shade and half in sun This world along its path advances, May that side the sun's upon Be all that e'er shall meet thy glances ! COMMON SENSE AND GENIUS.
الصفحة 117 - midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds or driving rain Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut That, from the mountain's side, Views wilds and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd spires; And hears their simple bell; and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
الصفحة 112 - Th' undoubting heart, that breaks with sadness, Is but more .slowly doomed to break. Absence ! is not the soul torn by it . From more than light, or life, or breath ? Tis Lethe's gloom, but not its quiet — The pain without the peace of death ! SONG.
الصفحة 21 - Now lost to all. her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head...
الصفحة 28 - twas natural, 'twas all their own. A Garrick's genius must our wonder raise, But gives his mimic no reflected praise. Thrice happy Genius, whose unrival'd name Shall live for ever in the voice of Fame ! 'Tis thine to lead, with more than magic skill, The train of captive passions at thy will ; To bid the bursting tear spontaneous flow In the sweet sense of sympathetic woe...
الصفحة 133 - Oh, the grave!— the grave! — It buries every error — covers every defect — extinguishes every resentment! From its peaceful bosom spring none but fond regrets and tender recollections.
الصفحة 90 - My Mary ! when each summer flow'r Is blooming in its pride again, I'll fly to thee, and one sweet hour Shall pay me for an age of pain. One gentle word — one dear caress — One look or smile will then suffice To welcome, from the wilderness, A wand'rer into Paradise. Tho' here, when friends around I see, My heart its sorrow smothers ; 'Twould rather weep its tears with thee, Than joy in smiles with others. For, when my young heart's prospect seem'd A cheerless waste, all gloom and night, Thine...
الصفحة 53 - Thou one plurality ! Thou single Co.! "* * During this year was also published, in Oxford, what I have been told is an ingenious parody on some of the Sapphics of Horace, headed — " MATHEWS COMICI LAUDES. Prime...
الصفحة 28 - And at the old man's look and frantic stare 'Tis Lear alarms me, for I see him there. Nor yet confin'd to tragic walks alone, The comic muse too claims thee for her own. With each delightful requisite to please, Taste, spirit, judgment, elegance, and ease, Familiar nature forms thy only rule, From Ranger's rake to Drugger's vacant fool : With powers so pliant, and so various blest, That what we see the last, we like the best.