The Poetical Note-book and Epigrammatic Museum: Containing More Than One Thousand Choice Epigrams, Fanciful Inscriptons, and Poetical MorceauxA. Robertson, 1824 - 383 páginas |
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... lips half betrayed it by smiling and smirking , And Tongue was impatient to blab it , no doubt . it But honour look'd gruff on the subject , and gave In charge to the teeth , so enchantingly white ; - Should the captive attempt an ...
... lips half betrayed it by smiling and smirking , And Tongue was impatient to blab it , no doubt . it But honour look'd gruff on the subject , and gave In charge to the teeth , so enchantingly white ; - Should the captive attempt an ...
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... the conquerer his wreath : — When , from the lips of truth , one mighty breath Shall , like a whirlwind , scatter in its breeze The whole dark pile of human mockeries ; Then shall the reign of mind commence on earth ; 14 THE POETICAL.
... the conquerer his wreath : — When , from the lips of truth , one mighty breath Shall , like a whirlwind , scatter in its breeze The whole dark pile of human mockeries ; Then shall the reign of mind commence on earth ; 14 THE POETICAL.
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... lips has prest ; But who embraces as the gods are blest ! PATRONAGE OF VICE . Vice is undone if she forgets her birth , And stoops from angels to the dregs of earth ; Let greatness own her , and she's mean no more , For ' tis her fall ...
... lips has prest ; But who embraces as the gods are blest ! PATRONAGE OF VICE . Vice is undone if she forgets her birth , And stoops from angels to the dregs of earth ; Let greatness own her , and she's mean no more , For ' tis her fall ...
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... lips did sport ; But these as rude her breath put by ; still some Wiselyer downwards sought ; but falling short , Curl'd back in rings , and seem'd to turn again To bite the part so unkindly held them in . A TART REPLY . Says the squire ...
... lips did sport ; But these as rude her breath put by ; still some Wiselyer downwards sought ; but falling short , Curl'd back in rings , and seem'd to turn again To bite the part so unkindly held them in . A TART REPLY . Says the squire ...
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... lips , and hue . These were her infant - spoils , a store , To which , in time , she added more ; At twelve she stole from Cyprus ' Queen Her air and love - commanding mien ; Stole Juno's dignity , and stole From Pallas sense , to charm ...
... lips , and hue . These were her infant - spoils , a store , To which , in time , she added more ; At twelve she stole from Cyprus ' Queen Her air and love - commanding mien ; Stole Juno's dignity , and stole From Pallas sense , to charm ...
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Página 217 - And all things weigh'd in custom's falsest scale ; Opinion an omnipotence, — whose veil Mantles the earth with darkness, until right And wrong are accidents, and men grow pale Lest their own judgments should become too bright, And their free thoughts be crimes, and earth have too much light.
Página 149 - My prime of youth is but a frost of cares; My feast of joy is but a dish of pain; My crop of corn is but a field of tares; And all my good is but vain hope of gain; The day is fled, and yet I saw no sun; And now I live, and now my life is done!
Página 241 - An angel-guard of loves and graces lie ; Around her knees domestic duties meet, And fire-side pleasures gambol at her feet. Where shall that land, that spot of earth be found? " Art thou a man — a patriot ? look around, O thou shalt find, howe'er thy footsteps roam, That land thy country, and that spot thy home.
Página 105 - When monarch Reason sleeps, this mimic wakes: Compounds a medley of disjointed things, A mob of cobblers, and a court of kings: Light fumes are merry, grosser fumes are sad: Both are the reasonable soul run mad: And many monstrous forms in sleep we see, That neither were, nor are, nor e'er can be.
Página 42 - On a Girdle That which her slender waist confined Shall now my joyful temples bind; No monarch but would give his crown His arms might do what this has done. It was my Heaven's extremest sphere, The pale which held that lovely deer: My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, Did all within this circle move. A narrow compass ! and yet there Dwelt all that's good, and all that's fair! Give me but what this ribband bound, Take all the rest the sun goes round!
Página 241 - Touched by remembrance trembles to that pole ; For in this land of heaven's peculiar grace, The heritage of nature's noblest race, There is a spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest...
Página 230 - Eternal HOPE ! when yonder spheres sublime Peal'd their first notes to sound the march of Time, Thy joyous youth began — but not to fade. — When all the sister planets have...
Página 228 - THEY tell us of an Indian' tree, Which, howsoe'er the sun and sky May tempt its boughs to> wander free, And shoot, and blossom, wide- and high, Far better loves to bend its arms Downward again to that dear earth, From which the life, that fills and warms Its grateful being, first had births.. 'Tis thus, though woo'd by flattering friends, And fed with fame (if fame it be) This heart, my own dear mother, bends, With love's true instinct, back to thee I LOVE AND HYMEN.
Página 218 - Yet, Freedom ! yet thy banner, torn, but flying, Streams like the thunder-storm against the wind; Thy trumpet voice, though broken now and dying, The loudest still the tempest leaves behind; Thy tree hath lost its blossoms, and the rind, Chopp'd by the axe, looks rough and little worth, But the sap lasts, — and still the seed we find Sown deep, even in the bosom of the North; So shall a better spring less bitter fruit bring forth.
Página 218 - Thy trumpet voice, though broken now and dying, The loudest still the tempest leaves behind ; Thy tree hath lost its blossoms, and the rind, Chopp'd by the axe, looks rough and little worth ; But the sap lasts, — and still the seed we find Sown deep , even in the bosom of the north : So shall...