The lyre of love [ed. by P.L. Courtier].Charles Whittingham, 1806 |
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... once contributed.- " With social joys we raise the hour , But banish Cupid from the bow'r : Seven lustres past , ah ! why should 1 , And why should Horace pine and sigh ? No more he beckons Pyrrha to the grot , His Lydia , my IANTHE ...
... once contributed.- " With social joys we raise the hour , But banish Cupid from the bow'r : Seven lustres past , ah ! why should 1 , And why should Horace pine and sigh ? No more he beckons Pyrrha to the grot , His Lydia , my IANTHE ...
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... once the muses ' and the graces ' seat ! There gently listen to my faithful tale ; Along the dew - bright parterres let us rove ; Or taste the odours of the mazy - grove : Hark ! how the turtles coo ; -I languish , too , with love ...
... once the muses ' and the graces ' seat ! There gently listen to my faithful tale ; Along the dew - bright parterres let us rove ; Or taste the odours of the mazy - grove : Hark ! how the turtles coo ; -I languish , too , with love ...
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... once be- come impracticable , there remains no consolation for the calamities of misconduct . Irresolution and inactivity seem equally to have regulated the poet in his conduct towards Miss Graves , sister of the Author of the ...
... once be- come impracticable , there remains no consolation for the calamities of misconduct . Irresolution and inactivity seem equally to have regulated the poet in his conduct towards Miss Graves , sister of the Author of the ...
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... once was so watchful as I ; I have left my dear Phillis behind . Now I know what it is to have strove With the torture of doubt and desire ; What it is to admire and to love , And to leave her we love and admire . Ah , lead forth my ...
... once was so watchful as I ; I have left my dear Phillis behind . Now I know what it is to have strove With the torture of doubt and desire ; What it is to admire and to love , And to leave her we love and admire . Ah , lead forth my ...
Strana 29
... once , the Lover and the Friend ! THAT Jenny's my friend , my delight , and my pride , I always have boasted , and seek not to hide ; I dwell on her praises wherever I go , They say I'm in love , but I answer 66 no , no . " At evening ...
... once , the Lover and the Friend ! THAT Jenny's my friend , my delight , and my pride , I always have boasted , and seek not to hide ; I dwell on her praises wherever I go , They say I'm in love , but I answer 66 no , no . " At evening ...
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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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Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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.