The lyre of love [ed. by P.L. Courtier].Charles Whittingham, 1806 |
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... transactions of persons with whom he had been acquainted , thought it better to state nothing that he suspected to be false , than to affirm all that he believed to be true . It is by this test that the Editor of the.
... transactions of persons with whom he had been acquainted , thought it better to state nothing that he suspected to be false , than to affirm all that he believed to be true . It is by this test that the Editor of the.
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... thought - but it might not be so ! - " Twas with pain that she saw me depart : She gaz'd , as I slowly withdrew ; My path I could hardly discern ; So sweetly she bade me adieu , I thought that she bade me return . The pilgrim that ...
... thought - but it might not be so ! - " Twas with pain that she saw me depart : She gaz'd , as I slowly withdrew ; My path I could hardly discern ; So sweetly she bade me adieu , I thought that she bade me return . The pilgrim that ...
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... to do but to weep ! Yet do not my folly reprove : She was fair - and my passion begun ; She smil'd - and I could not but love ; She is faithless - and I am undone . Perhaps I was void of all thought : Perhaps it WILLIAM SHENSTONE .
... to do but to weep ! Yet do not my folly reprove : She was fair - and my passion begun ; She smil'd - and I could not but love ; She is faithless - and I am undone . Perhaps I was void of all thought : Perhaps it WILLIAM SHENSTONE .
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Lyre Peter L. Courtier. Perhaps I was void of all thought : Perhaps it was plain to forsee , That a nymph so complete would be sought By a swain more engaging than me . Ah ! love every hope can inspire ; It banishes wisdom the while ...
Lyre Peter L. Courtier. Perhaps I was void of all thought : Perhaps it was plain to forsee , That a nymph so complete would be sought By a swain more engaging than me . Ah ! love every hope can inspire ; It banishes wisdom the while ...
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... thought ! though seas between us roll , Thy love is rooted in my soul ; The vital flood that warms my heart With thy idea must depart ; And death's decisive stroke must end At once , the Lover and the Friend ! THAT Jenny's my friend ...
... thought ! though seas between us roll , Thy love is rooted in my soul ; The vital flood that warms my heart With thy idea must depart ; And death's decisive stroke must end At once , the Lover and the Friend ! THAT Jenny's my friend ...
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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
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.