The Miscellaneous Works, in Prose and Verse, of George Hardinge ...J. Nichols, son, and Bentley, 1818 |
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arms Beauty Beauty's Bird bless bless'd blest bliss bosom bower breath bright caress'd chain charm cheek claim clos'd command consecrated Court crown'd curricle dear Death despair doom dream earth eloquence enchanting endearments envy'd fame Fancy fear feel filial flame fled flew Friend Friendship gale gave Genius gift glowing Gout grac'd grace grief hallow'd hand HAWKSTONE PARK heard heart Heaven honour hope hour impart inspir'd jealous King Lady Libertine lips living Lord lov'd Love Love's lustre lyre mind mirrour Muse mute Nature's never nuptial Nymph oppress'd pain passion Patterdale PETRARCH Philomela Poet poison'd pride proud rest RICHARD OWEN CAMBRIDGE rose Saint sans-culottes scene shade Shakespeare smil'd smile soul spirit Swansea Bay sweet tale taste tear Tereus thee theme thine thou thought throne tomb Tunbridge Turnham Green Twas Tyrant verse virtues VOLTAIRE Whigs wing word youth
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Strana 261 - When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound; But now two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough.
Strana 244 - It is long since that I heard you were gone in haste into Yorkshire on account of your mother's illness, and the same letter informed me that she was recovered, otherwise I had then wrote to you only to beg you would take care of her, and to inform you that I had discovered a thing very little known, which is, that in one's whole life one can never have any more than a single mother You may think this is obvious, and (what you call) a trite observation.
Strana 244 - I had discovered a thing very little known, which is, that in one's whole life one can never have any more than a single mother. You may think this is obvious, and (what you call) a trite observation. You are a green gosling ! I was at the same age (very near) as wise as you, and yet I never discovered this (with full evidence and conviction I mean) till it was too late. It is thirteen years ago, and seems but as yesterday, and every day I live it sinks deeper into my heart...
Strana 418 - ME SI VA NE LA CITTA DOLENTE, PER ME SI VA NE L'ETTERNO DOLORE, PER ME SI VA TRA LA PERDUTA GENTE.
Strana 261 - Yet enter'd in the brick-built town,* he tried The tomb, and found the strait dimensions wide. Death only this mysterious truth unfolds, The mighty soul how small a body holds.
Strana 305 - Convinc'd, o'erjoy'd, his studied thanks and praise, To her who made the miracle, he pays : Then lips to lips he join'd ; now freed from fear, He found the savour of the kiss sincere : At this the waken'd image op'd her eyes, And view'd at once the light and lover, with surprise.
Strana 190 - Parted once — the fair and brave, Meet again — but in their grave : — » She, was Nature's brightest flower, Struck before its drooping hour : — He, was Britain's Naval pride ; Young- — but old in fame, he died. Love, but with a Patriot's tear, Mourns, and consecrates them here.
Strana 186 - Inflexible and steady courage, A sacred fidelity in political trust, Purity and singleness of heart — A temper the mirror of that purity, A reflecting and well-disciplined. judgment In the most arduous conflicts ; A dignified simplicity of manners, And the most elevated sense of honour ; Every public virtue and spirit, Every gentle and graceful affection, Made him universally Admired, revered, and beloved ; The ornament of his Country and the age ; A model to Posterity.
Strana 353 - To Mary's lips has ancient Rome Her purest language taught, And from the modern city .home Agnes its pencil brought. Rome's ancient Horace sweetly chants Such maids with lyric fire ; Albion's old Horace sings nor paints — He only can admire. Still would his press their fame record, So amiable the pair is ! But, ah ! how vain to think his word Can add a straw to Berrya ! The next morning, the Latian nymph sent me these lines : — Had Rome's famed Horace thus addrest His Lydia or his Lyce, He had...
Strana 261 - Death, the great teacher, Death alone proclaims The true dimensions of our puny frames. The daring tales, in Grecian story found, Were once believed: — of Athos...