The lyre of love [ed. by P.L. Courtier].Charles Whittingham, 1806 |
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... looks , sedate and sweet , Those looks demure that deeply pierce the soul ; Where , with the light of thoughtful reason mix'd , Shines lively fancy and the feeling heart : O come ! and while the rosy - footed May Steals blushing on ...
... looks , sedate and sweet , Those looks demure that deeply pierce the soul ; Where , with the light of thoughtful reason mix'd , Shines lively fancy and the feeling heart : O come ! and while the rosy - footed May Steals blushing on ...
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... look , I never once dreamt of my vine ; May I lose both my pipe and my crook , If I knew of a kid that was mine : I priz'd every hour that went by , Beyond all that had pleas'd me before ; But now they are past , and I sigh ; And I ...
... look , I never once dreamt of my vine ; May I lose both my pipe and my crook , If I knew of a kid that was mine : I priz'd every hour that went by , Beyond all that had pleas'd me before ; But now they are past , and I sigh ; And I ...
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... looks their pity lend , To cheer the Lover and the Friend . Whole years I strove against the flame , And suffer'd ills that want a name , Yet still the painful secret kept , And to myself in silence wept ; Till , grown unable to contend ...
... looks their pity lend , To cheer the Lover and the Friend . Whole years I strove against the flame , And suffer'd ills that want a name , Yet still the painful secret kept , And to myself in silence wept ; Till , grown unable to contend ...
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... Looks forth , and tells us - ' twas from Heaven it came ! THE FAREWELL . ADIEU , thou darling of my Heart , Whom never more these eyes shall see ! Yet , once again , before we part— Nymph of my Soul ! —again adieu ! Yet one kiss more ...
... Looks forth , and tells us - ' twas from Heaven it came ! THE FAREWELL . ADIEU , thou darling of my Heart , Whom never more these eyes shall see ! Yet , once again , before we part— Nymph of my Soul ! —again adieu ! Yet one kiss more ...
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... look , and plaintive air , No more the roseate hue of health bespeak ? Shall I neglect thee as no longer fair ? No , lovely Maid ! If in my heart I seek , Thy beauty deeply is engraven there . ON MUTUAL LOVE . OH Love , requited Love ...
... look , and plaintive air , No more the roseate hue of health bespeak ? Shall I neglect thee as no longer fair ? No , lovely Maid ! If in my heart I seek , Thy beauty deeply is engraven there . ON MUTUAL LOVE . OH Love , requited Love ...
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adieu arms beauty blest bliss blooming blush born bosom breast breath bright CHARLES HANBURY WILLIAMS CHARLES JAMES FOX cheek dear DELIA delight dream dwell early Elegy eyes fair faithful fancy fate fear feel flowers fond fondly fragrant gentle glow grace grief grove happy hast hear heart Heaven hope hour IANTHE JAMES GRAEME JAMES MERCER kiss lady lips lov'd thee dearly Love's Lover Maid Mary MARY ROBINSON memory Middle Temple mind Miss morn Muse ne'er never numbers nymph o'er pain passion Phillis pleasure poems poet poetical Polwhele pow'r pride rapture RICHARD BRINSLEY SHERIDAN ROBERT BLOOMFIELD rose rove SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES scenes shade shine sigh sing smiles soft song SONNET soothing sorrows soul Spring strain sweet tear tell tender thine THOMAS DERMODY thought thy charms trembling Twas vale voice vows wake wander weep wild wilt thou woes youth
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الصفحة 127 - The floating Clouds their state shall .lend To her; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. The Stars of midnight shall be dear To her ; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where Rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
الصفحة 88 - THOU lingering star, with less'ning ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast...
الصفحة 128 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
الصفحة 87 - Far marked with the courses of clear winding rills! There daily I wander as noon rises high, My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye. How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below, Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow! There oft, as mild evening weeps over the lea, The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me.
الصفحة 127 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, 'A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ! This child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. 'Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse ; and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
الصفحة 128 - Thus Nature spake — The work was done — How soon my Lucy's race was run! She died, and left to me This heath, this calm, and quiet scene; The memory of what has been, And never more will be.
الصفحة 89 - O'erhung with wild woods, thick'ning green ; The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twined amorous round the raptured scene ; The flowers sprang wanton to be prest, The birds sang love on every spray — Till too, too soon, the glowing west Proclaim'd the speed of winged day.
الصفحة 88 - Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past; Thy image at our last embrace! Ah, little thought we 'twas our last ! Ayr, gurgling, kiss'd his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods...
الصفحة 21 - twas a barbarous deed : For he ne'er could be true, she averred, Who could rob a poor bird of its young; And I loved her the more when I heard Such tenderness fall from her tongue.
الصفحة 87 - The poor inhabitant below Was quick to learn and wise to know, And keenly felt the friendly glow, And softer flame ; But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain'd his name ! Reader, attend ! whether thy soul Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole, Or darkling grubs this earthly hole, In low pursuit ; Know, prudent, cautious, self-control Is wisdom's root.