British Anthologies, Volume 9Edward Arber Henry Frowde, 1900 - English poetry |
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... ne'er knew half the good that was in ' t ! The pupil of impulse , it forced him along , His conduct still right , with his argument wrong ! Still aiming at honour , yet fearing to roam ; The coachman was tipsy , the chariot drove home ...
... ne'er knew half the good that was in ' t ! The pupil of impulse , it forced him along , His conduct still right , with his argument wrong ! Still aiming at honour , yet fearing to roam ; The coachman was tipsy , the chariot drove home ...
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... ne'er a rebel he came naur , Until he landed at Dunbar , Right early in a morning . Hey ! JOHNNIE COPE ! are ye wauking yet ? Or are ye sleeping ? I would wit ! O , haste ye ! get up ! for the drums do beat ! 0 , fie ! COPE ! rise in ...
... ne'er a rebel he came naur , Until he landed at Dunbar , Right early in a morning . Hey ! JOHNNIE COPE ! are ye wauking yet ? Or are ye sleeping ? I would wit ! O , haste ye ! get up ! for the drums do beat ! 0 , fie ! COPE ! rise in ...
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... ne'er come back again ! ' Will you no come back again ? Will you no come back again ? Better lo'ed you'll never be ! And will you no come back again ? ' Mony a traitor , ' mang the Isles , Brak the band o ' Nature's law ! Mony a traitor ...
... ne'er come back again ! ' Will you no come back again ? Will you no come back again ? Better lo'ed you'll never be ! And will you no come back again ? ' Mony a traitor , ' mang the Isles , Brak the band o ' Nature's law ! Mony a traitor ...
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... ne'er incline ! 66 Prove to your equals true ! " she cried , " As I will prove to mine ! " Tis STREPHON , on the mountain's brow , Has won my right good will ; To him I gave my plighted vow ! With him , I'll climb the hill ! " Struck ...
... ne'er incline ! 66 Prove to your equals true ! " she cried , " As I will prove to mine ! " Tis STREPHON , on the mountain's brow , Has won my right good will ; To him I gave my plighted vow ! With him , I'll climb the hill ! " Struck ...
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... Ne'er more the cares of life pursue ! The lark and Philomel only shall hear me tell What bids me bid the World Adieu ! ' ABRA , OR THE GEORGIAN SULTANA . SCENE - A 52 Anonymous .
... Ne'er more the cares of life pursue ! The lark and Philomel only shall hear me tell What bids me bid the World Adieu ! ' ABRA , OR THE GEORGIAN SULTANA . SCENE - A 52 Anonymous .
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AMYNTA ANON Bard beauteous beauty beneath blessed blooming blush bosom brave Captain DEATH breast breath Britons charms cheek cheerful Chiswick House CHLOE CHORUS cried crown Cumnor Hall CUPID dance dear MOLLY LEPELL e'er Earl ev'ry eyes fair fair Lady fancy fate fear flame flocks flowers fond frae GARRICK Graces green grove happy haste hear heart Heart of Oak HEBE hounds Invermay JOHNNIE COPE kiss KITTY CLIVE Lady Lasses looks lovely PEGGY Lover lyre Maid Marble Hill mind morning Muse ne'er Nereids NEREUS never night Numbers Nymph o'er pain Passion PINDAR pity plain pleasure praise pride reign rose round rove scorn shade Shepherd short empire sigh sing smile soft Song soul stole strain Strawberry Hill sure Swain sweet tear tell tender thee There's nae luck thou tuneful Twas vale voice Warwickshire wauking weep winds Youth
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Page 3 - I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting, by repose : I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my...
Page 6 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side: But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all. And as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies. He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
Page 15 - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it or blame it too much ; Who, born for the universe, narrowed his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind...
Page xii - The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out to tire each other down...
Page xii - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene...
Page ix - But mine the sorrow, mine the fault, And well my life shall pay; I'll seek the solitude he sought, And stretch me where he lay. < And there forlorn, despairing, hid, I'll lay me down and die; 'Twas so for me that Edwin did, And so for him will I.
Page 71 - One morn I miss'd him on the custom'd hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree; Another came; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he ; The next with dirges due in sad array ' Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page 69 - Aeolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take: The laughing flowers, that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong, Through verdant vales and Ceres...
Page 2 - Remembrance wakes with all her busy train, Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain. In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown...
Page 69 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.