The chaplet, poems, partly original and partly selected1805 |
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... blessing find its way To Nancy of the vale . ' Twas from Avona's banks the maid Diffus'd her lovely beams ; And every shining glance display'd The Naiad of the streams . Soft as the wild - duck's tender young , That 31 Nancy of the Vale.
... blessing find its way To Nancy of the vale . ' Twas from Avona's banks the maid Diffus'd her lovely beams ; And every shining glance display'd The Naiad of the streams . Soft as the wild - duck's tender young , That 31 Nancy of the Vale.
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... bless you in - A TEAR THE RING . The sea - gull wheel'd in circles low , And , screaming , skimm'd the wintry tide ; The evening blast began to blow , Up the steep clift's rifted side . In broken foam , the white surge drove , And 22 ...
... bless you in - A TEAR THE RING . The sea - gull wheel'd in circles low , And , screaming , skimm'd the wintry tide ; The evening blast began to blow , Up the steep clift's rifted side . In broken foam , the white surge drove , And 22 ...
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... Bless me from such an anarchy ! Gentle Henrietta then , And a third Mary next began ; Then Joan , and Jane , and Audria ; And then a pretty Thomasine , And then another Katharine , And then a long et cætera . But should I now to you ...
... Bless me from such an anarchy ! Gentle Henrietta then , And a third Mary next began ; Then Joan , and Jane , and Audria ; And then a pretty Thomasine , And then another Katharine , And then a long et cætera . But should I now to you ...
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... , against my sense of right , Dishonour him and steal . Be wealth a blessing or a curse Then fortune let me rest ; Nor change for better or for worse , In middle station blest . TO SOME CHILDREN LISTENING TO A LARK . See the 44.
... , against my sense of right , Dishonour him and steal . Be wealth a blessing or a curse Then fortune let me rest ; Nor change for better or for worse , In middle station blest . TO SOME CHILDREN LISTENING TO A LARK . See the 44.
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... blessing , I ask - the affectionate friend . Tho ' foibles may sometimes o'ertake him , His footsteps from wisdom depart ; Yet , my spirit shall never forsake him , If he own the affectionate heart . Affection ! thou soother of care ...
... blessing , I ask - the affectionate friend . Tho ' foibles may sometimes o'ertake him , His footsteps from wisdom depart ; Yet , my spirit shall never forsake him , If he own the affectionate heart . Affection ! thou soother of care ...
Términos y frases comunes
art thou beams beauty Beauty's beneath blast bless blest blush bosom bower breast breath bright brow charms cheek clasp'd cotton grass Croesus dear death delight despair dread drest dwell ev'ry Fanny blooming fair fate fear feel flow flowers fond form'd gale gentle glow grace grave grief hand happy hard fate hast hear heart Heav'n hope hour lady lips lov'd lyre maid Mary morn ne'er night nymph o'er pain pale pang passions peace Pity poor pow'r praise pride rage rais'd rapture rest rise round shade sigh silent skies sleep smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul spring swain sweet sweet sensation swell tear tempests tender thee thine thou thro trembling Twas vale virgin's first love virtue voice vows waves wild wild passion willow wind winding sheet wing youth
Pasajes populares
Página 18 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun,' Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave ! And charge with all thy chivalry...
Página 16 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, And our good Prince Eugene.
Página 176 - Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary!
Página 14 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, ' 'Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
Página 87 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whisper'd promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail ! Still would her touch the strain prolong; And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She call'd on Echo still, through all the song: And, where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close, And Hope enchanted smiled, and waved her golden hair.
Página 19 - Tis want that makes my cheek so pale. Yet I was once a mother's pride, And my brave father's hope and joy ; But in the Nile's proud fight he died, And I am now an orphan boy. " Poor foolish child, how pleased was I, When news of Nelson's victory came, Along the crowded streets to fly, And...
Página 163 - Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge, And sheds the freshening dew, and, lovelier still, The pensive Pleasures sweet, Prepare thy shadowy car.
Página 40 - Then holding the spectacles up to the court — Your lordship observes they are made with a straddle As wide as the ridge of the Nose is ; in short, Designed to sit close to it, just like a saddle.
Página 176 - Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary! Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more; My Mary! For though thou gladly wouldst fulfil The same kind office for me still, Thy sight now seconds not thy will, My Mary!
Página 17 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.