The chaplet, poems, partly original and partly selected1805 |
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Page 81
... waves . The silent heart which grief assails , Treads soft and lonesome o'er the vales , Sees daisies open , rivers run , And seeks , ( as I have vainly done ) Amusing thought ; but learns to know That Solitude's the 81.
... waves . The silent heart which grief assails , Treads soft and lonesome o'er the vales , Sees daisies open , rivers run , And seeks , ( as I have vainly done ) Amusing thought ; but learns to know That Solitude's the 81.
Page 83
... waves ; The wood that spreads its shady leaves ; The field whose ears conceal the grain , The yellow treasure of the plain ; — All of these , and all I see , Shoud be sung , and sung by me : They speak their maker as they can , But want ...
... waves ; The wood that spreads its shady leaves ; The field whose ears conceal the grain , The yellow treasure of the plain ; — All of these , and all I see , Shoud be sung , and sung by me : They speak their maker as they can , But want ...
Page 104
... sweep around the raging storms , And with undaunted soul can laugh and sing . He dreads no thunders of the night , When roaming o'er the pathless waste , When toiling on the mountain'd wave ; And he can 104 E Williams.
... sweep around the raging storms , And with undaunted soul can laugh and sing . He dreads no thunders of the night , When roaming o'er the pathless waste , When toiling on the mountain'd wave ; And he can 104 E Williams.
Page 105
Chaplet. When toiling on the mountain'd wave ; And he can smile at gnashing Spite , Whilst Envy speeds with hellish haste , To bid her tallon'd fiends around him rave . He nor vile Wealth's bewitching glare , Nor titles high that Pride ...
Chaplet. When toiling on the mountain'd wave ; And he can smile at gnashing Spite , Whilst Envy speeds with hellish haste , To bid her tallon'd fiends around him rave . He nor vile Wealth's bewitching glare , Nor titles high that Pride ...
Page 125
... all Siluria's plains ! Come , Cambrian bards , and wave a beauteous chaplet rare , Of sweetest flow'rs , From Pindus ' bow'rs , For Fanny blooming fair . Sweet lily of the dale , The theme of ev'ry M 3 125 From the Welsh.
... all Siluria's plains ! Come , Cambrian bards , and wave a beauteous chaplet rare , Of sweetest flow'rs , From Pindus ' bow'rs , For Fanny blooming fair . Sweet lily of the dale , The theme of ev'ry M 3 125 From the Welsh.
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art thou beams beauty Beauty's beneath blast bless blest blush bosom bower breast breath bright brow charms cheek clasp'd cotton grass Croesus dear death delight despair dread drest dwell ev'ry Fanny blooming fair fate fear feel flow flowers fond form'd gale gentle glow grace grave grief hand happy hard fate hast hear heart Heav'n hope hour lady lips lov'd lyre maid Mary morn ne'er night nymph o'er pain pale pang passions peace Pity poor pow'r praise pride rage rais'd rapture rest rise round shade sigh silent skies sleep smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul spring swain sweet sweet sensation swell tear tempests tender thee thine thou thro trembling Twas vale virgin's first love virtue voice vows waves wild wild passion willow wind winding sheet wing youth
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Page 18 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun,' Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave ! And charge with all thy chivalry...
Page 16 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, And our good Prince Eugene.
Page 176 - Thy silver locks, once auburn bright, Are still more lovely in my sight Than golden beams of orient light, My Mary!
Page 14 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, ' 'Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
Page 87 - twas wild. But thou, O Hope, with eyes so fair, What was thy delighted measure? Still it whisper'd promised pleasure, And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail ! Still would her touch the strain prolong; And from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She call'd on Echo still, through all the song: And, where her sweetest theme she chose, A soft responsive voice was heard at every close, And Hope enchanted smiled, and waved her golden hair.
Page 19 - Tis want that makes my cheek so pale. Yet I was once a mother's pride, And my brave father's hope and joy ; But in the Nile's proud fight he died, And I am now an orphan boy. " Poor foolish child, how pleased was I, When news of Nelson's victory came, Along the crowded streets to fly, And...
Page 163 - Who slept in buds the day, And many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge, And sheds the freshening dew, and, lovelier still, The pensive Pleasures sweet, Prepare thy shadowy car.
Page 40 - Then holding the spectacles up to the court — Your lordship observes they are made with a straddle As wide as the ridge of the Nose is ; in short, Designed to sit close to it, just like a saddle.
Page 176 - Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary! Thy needles, once a shining store, For my sake restless heretofore, Now rust disused, and shine no more; My Mary! For though thou gladly wouldst fulfil The same kind office for me still, Thy sight now seconds not thy will, My Mary!
Page 17 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.