The Shorter Poems of the Eighteenth CenturyIolo Aneurin Williams W. Heinemann, Limited, 1923 - 478 pagine |
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Pagina xiv
... painful necessity of discovering . I have drawn very lightly from it ; especially have I gone easy with what the poet Hayley called , in all seriousness and flattery , The mild Effusions of a Female Mind , - the dreary poetisings of ...
... painful necessity of discovering . I have drawn very lightly from it ; especially have I gone easy with what the poet Hayley called , in all seriousness and flattery , The mild Effusions of a Female Mind , - the dreary poetisings of ...
Pagina 1
... pain , The leapings , the achings , return all again . " O wonderful creature ! a woman of reason ! Never grave out of pride ; never gay out of season ! When so easy to guess who this angel should be , Would one think Mrs. Howard ne'er ...
... pain , The leapings , the achings , return all again . " O wonderful creature ! a woman of reason ! Never grave out of pride ; never gay out of season ! When so easy to guess who this angel should be , Would one think Mrs. Howard ne'er ...
Pagina 4
... pain , The cure of every wound . What you to thousands have denied , To me you freely give ; Whilst I in humble silence died Your mercy bids me live . So upon Latmos top each night Endymion sighing lay , Gaz'd on the moon's transcendent ...
... pain , The cure of every wound . What you to thousands have denied , To me you freely give ; Whilst I in humble silence died Your mercy bids me live . So upon Latmos top each night Endymion sighing lay , Gaz'd on the moon's transcendent ...
Pagina 5
... pain She strings her harp , whilst freezing age But feebly runs through every vein , And chills my brisk poetic rage . I properly have ceas'd to live , To wine and women , dead in law ; And soon from fate I shall receive A summons to ...
... pain She strings her harp , whilst freezing age But feebly runs through every vein , And chills my brisk poetic rage . I properly have ceas'd to live , To wine and women , dead in law ; And soon from fate I shall receive A summons to ...
Pagina 6
... pains have known , May in my fatal stories read their own . Those who have liv'd from all its torments free , May find the thing they never felt , by me ; Perhaps , advis'd , avoid the gilded bait , And warn'd by my example , shun my ...
... pains have known , May in my fatal stories read their own . Those who have liv'd from all its torments free , May find the thing they never felt , by me ; Perhaps , advis'd , avoid the gilded bait , And warn'd by my example , shun my ...
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adieu Anacreon beauteous beauty beneath bless blest bliss bloom blush bosom breast breath bright charms cheerful clouds Cupid dear Death delight Epigram Epitaph eyes fair fame fancy Farewell fate fear fire flame floruit flowers fond gentle give grace grave Grongar Hill grove happy haste hear heart Heaven hope hour Lady lass live lov'd lover lyre maid MATTHEW PILKINGTON MATTHEW PRIOR mild ale mind morn mourn Muse ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er once pain passion pleasure poem Poet Laureate poets praise pride rill round shade shine sigh sight sing smile soft Song sorrow soul stream swain sweet Tadlow tears tell tempests tender thee thine thou art thought Tom D'Urfey trembling trifle Twas vale Venus verse vex'd Vincent Bourne voice weep Whilst winds wings wyllowe youth
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Pagina 54 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Pagina 394 - Ye winds that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Pagina 388 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head...
Pagina 218 - Christ, art all I want; More than all in Thee I find: Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is Thy name; I am all unrighteousness; False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace.
Pagina 334 - While sallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves; Or Winter, yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train And rudely rends...
Pagina 146 - How lov'd, how honour'd once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot; A heap of dust alone remains of thee; 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!
Pagina 146 - And the green turf lie lightly on thy breast : There shall the morn her earliest tears bestow, There the first roses of the year shall blow; While angels with their silver wings o'ershade The ground, now sacred by thy reliques made.
Pagina 252 - Wealth, my lad, was made to wander, Let it wander as it will ; Call the jockey, call the pander, Bid them come and take their fill. When the bonny blade carouses, Pockets full, and spirits high, — What are acres ? what are houses ? Only dirt, or wet or dry. Should the guardian friend or mother Tell the woes of wilful waste ; Scorn their counsels, scorn their pother, — You can hang or drown at last.
Pagina 302 - Await alike the inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Pagina 305 - Heaven ('twas all he wish'd) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose,) The bosom of his Father and his God.