New Elegant Extracts: A Unique Selection ... from the Most Eminent Prose and Epistolary Writers ...C.& C. Whittingham, 1827 |
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Strana 283 - We shall grow old apace, and die Before we know our liberty. Our life is short, and our days run As fast away as does the sun ; And, as a vapour or a drop of rain, Once lost, can ne'er be found again, So when or you or I are made A fable, song, or fleeting shade, All love, all liking, all delight Lies drowned with us in endless night. Then while time serves, and we are but decaying, Come, my Corinna, come, let's go a-Maying.
Strana 281 - And sung their thankful hymns ; 'tis sin, Nay, profanation to keep in, When as a thousand virgins on this day Spring, sooner than the lark, to fetch in May.
Strana 281 - Besides, the childhood of the day has kept, Against you come, some orient pearls unwept: Come, and receive them while the light Hangs on the dew-locks of the night: And Titan on the eastern hill Retires himself, or else stands still Till you come forth. Wash, dress, be brief in praying ; Few beads are best, when once we go a Maying.
Strana 51 - tis a quiet spirit-healing nook ! Which all, methinks, would love ; but chiefly he, The humble man, who, in his youthful years, Knew just so much of folly, as had made His early manhood more securely wise...
Strana 191 - Philomel her voice shall raise? You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own, What are you, when the Rose is blown? So when my Mistress shall be seen In form and beauty of her mind, By virtue first, then choice, a Queen, Tell me, if she were not designed Th' eclipse and glory of her kind?
Strana 309 - Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine stealing o'er the scene Had blended with the lights of eve, And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve. She leaned against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listened to my lay Amid the lingering light.
Strana 310 - The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve, And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long.
Strana 308 - And trace the hare i' th' treacherous snow; Thy witty wiles to draw, and get The lark into the trammel net ; Thou hast thy cockrood and thy glade To take the precious pheasant made; Thy lime-twigs, snares, and pitfalls then, To catch the pilfering birds, not men. O happy life! if that their good The husbandmen but understood, Who all the day themselves do please, And younglings, with such sports as these, And, lying down, have nought t' affright Sweet sleep, that makes more short the night.
Strana 310 - And that, unknowing what he did, He leaped amid a murderous band, And saved from outrage worse than death...
Strana 309 - I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old rude song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew I could not choose But gaze upon her face. I told her of the knight that wore Upon his shield a burning brand ; And that for ten long years he wooed The Lady of the Land.