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Pagina 35 - Lesley As she gaed o'er the border? She's gane, like Alexander, To spread her conquests farther. To see her is to love her, And love but her for ever; For Nature made her what she is, And ne'er made sic anither! Thou art a queen, Fair Lesley, Thy subjects we, before thee; Thou art divine, Fair Lesley. The hearts o
Pagina 244 - We wither from our youth, we gasp away — Sick — sick; unfound the boon — unslaked the thirst, Though to the last, in verge of our decay, Some phantom lures, such as we sought at first — But all too late, — so are we doubly curst. Love, fame, ambition, avarice — 'tis the same, Each idle — and all ill — and none the worst — For all are meteors with a different name, And Death the sable smoke where vanishes the flame.
Pagina 326 - A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine ! A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green, — No more of me you knew, My love ! No more of me you knew. " This morn is merry June, I trow, The rose is budding fain ;* But she shall bloom in winter snow, Ere we two meet again.
Pagina 309 - She was a form of life and light, That, seen, became a part of sight ; And rose, where'er I turned mine eye The Morning-star of Memory...
Pagina 364 - FORGET thee?" — If to dream by night, and muse on thee by day, If all the worship, deep and wild, a poet's heart can pay, If prayers in absence breathed for thee to Heaven's protecting power, If winged thoughts that flit to thee — a thousand in an hour, If busy Fancy blending thee with all my future lot, — If this thou call'st " forgetting," thou indeed shalt be forgot ! "Forget thee?
Pagina 192 - Then open'd wide the baron's hall To vassal, tenant, serf, and all; Power laid his rod of rule aside, And Ceremony doffd his pride. The heir, with roses in his shoes, That night might village partner choose The lord, underogating, share The vulgar game of "post and pair.
Pagina 228 - How delicious is the winning Of a kiss at love's beginning, When two mutual hearts are sighing For the knot there's no untying ! Yet remember, 'midst your wooing Love has bliss, but Love has ruing ; Other smiles may make you fickle, Tears for other charms may trickle. Love he comes and Love he tarries Just as fate or fancy carries ; Longest stays, when sorest chidden ; Laughs and flies, when press'd and bidden.
Pagina 57 - Newbury, and elsewhere ; nay, he had felt the grasp of his icy hand but very lately, when he failed to parry that delicate thrust of Goring's. What an awkward thrust it was ! and should he not have met it in carte, rather than tierce, and so gone round his adversary's blade ? Pshaw ! how his mind wandered. And what was the use of thinking of such matters now? — now that he had not twenty-four hours to live — now that he should fix his thoughts on the next world, and pray ardently for the welfare...
Pagina 238 - Good-night, good-night ! parting is such sweet sorrow. That I shall say — good-night, till it be morrow.
Pagina 47 - When he with fruitless pain hath skimm'd the brook, And the coy fish rejects the skipping hook, He shakes the boughs that on the margin grow, Which o'er the stream a waving forest throw ; When, if an insect fall, (his certain guide,) He gently takes him from the whirling tide ; Examines well his form with curious eyes, His gaudy...