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... soul confided , Who dared to gaze on her - to do , I may say , much the same as I did . One night , I saw him squeeze her hand ; There was no doubt about the matter ; I said he must resign , or stand My vengeance - and he chose the ...
... soul confided , Who dared to gaze on her - to do , I may say , much the same as I did . One night , I saw him squeeze her hand ; There was no doubt about the matter ; I said he must resign , or stand My vengeance - and he chose the ...
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... . There is a youth , who keeps a ' crumpled Horn , ' ( Living next me , upon the selfsame story , ) And ever , ' twixt the midnight and the morn , He solaces his soul with Annie Laurie . The tune 30 TO MRS . GOODCHILD .
... . There is a youth , who keeps a ' crumpled Horn , ' ( Living next me , upon the selfsame story , ) And ever , ' twixt the midnight and the morn , He solaces his soul with Annie Laurie . The tune 30 TO MRS . GOODCHILD .
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Charles Stuart Calverley. He solaces his soul with Annie Laurie . The tune is good ; the habit p'raps romantic ; But tending , if pursued , to drive one's neighbours frantic . And now , at this unprecedented hour , When the young Dawn is ...
Charles Stuart Calverley. He solaces his soul with Annie Laurie . The tune is good ; the habit p'raps romantic ; But tending , if pursued , to drive one's neighbours frantic . And now , at this unprecedented hour , When the young Dawn is ...
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... the Census's enquiries Made upon the 15th ult . ? Still my soul is in its boyhood ; Nor of year or changes recks . Though my scalp is almost hairless , And my figure LINES SUGGESTED BY THE 14th OF FEBRUARY "HIC VIR, HIC EST"
... the Census's enquiries Made upon the 15th ult . ? Still my soul is in its boyhood ; Nor of year or changes recks . Though my scalp is almost hairless , And my figure LINES SUGGESTED BY THE 14th OF FEBRUARY "HIC VIR, HIC EST"
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... to rock the dreadful story That poor young Lycidas was gone to glory :) What would that lone and labouring soul have given , At that soft moment , for a pewter pot ! How had the mists that dimmed his eye been riven 56 BEER .
... to rock the dreadful story That poor young Lycidas was gone to glory :) What would that lone and labouring soul have given , At that soft moment , for a pewter pot ! How had the mists that dimmed his eye been riven 56 BEER .
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Page 112 - Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream : Ah me ! I fondly dream, Had ye been there...
Page 108 - Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear. Begin then, Sisters of the sacred well, That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring; Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string.
Page 124 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor ; So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Page 122 - Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world...
Page 118 - Enow of such as for their bellies' sake, Creep and intrude, and climb into the fold? Of other care they little reckoning make, Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths!
Page 106 - Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer. Who would not sing for Lycidas ? He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind Without the meed of some melodious tear.
Page 114 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.
Page 116 - And questioned every gust of rugged wings That blows from off each beaked promontory: They knew not of his story; And sage Hippotades their answer brings, That not a blast was from his dungeon...
Page 108 - And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud. For we were nursed upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock by fountain, shade, and rill. Together both, ere the high lawns...
Page 120 - Return Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowrets of a thousand hues.