The Shorter Poems of the Eighteenth CenturyIolo Aneurin Williams W. Heinemann, Limited, 1923 - 478 pagine |
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Pagina 17
... Soft fell her words , as flew the air . With secret joy I heard her say , That she would never miss one day A walk so fine , a sight so gay . But , oh the change ! the winds grow high : Impending tempests charge the sky : The lightning ...
... Soft fell her words , as flew the air . With secret joy I heard her say , That she would never miss one day A walk so fine , a sight so gay . But , oh the change ! the winds grow high : Impending tempests charge the sky : The lightning ...
Pagina 23
... soft duns of my landlord the Quaker ; From chiding the footmen and watching the lasses , From Nell that burn'd milk , and Tom that broke glasses , ( Sad mischiefs through which a good housekeeper passes ! ) ; From some real care , but ...
... soft duns of my landlord the Quaker ; From chiding the footmen and watching the lasses , From Nell that burn'd milk , and Tom that broke glasses , ( Sad mischiefs through which a good housekeeper passes ! ) ; From some real care , but ...
Pagina 26
... soft on her grave , and do right to her honour , Let neither rude hand nor ill tongue light upon her , Do all the small favours that now can be done her . And when what thou [ lik'st ] shall return to 26 MATTHEW PRIOR.
... soft on her grave , and do right to her honour , Let neither rude hand nor ill tongue light upon her , Do all the small favours that now can be done her . And when what thou [ lik'st ] shall return to 26 MATTHEW PRIOR.
Pagina 33
... soft the first ideas prove , Which wander through our minds ! How full the joys , how free the love , Which does that early season move , As flowers the western winds ! Our sighs are then but vernal air ; But April - drops our tears ...
... soft the first ideas prove , Which wander through our minds ! How full the joys , how free the love , Which does that early season move , As flowers the western winds ! Our sighs are then but vernal air ; But April - drops our tears ...
Pagina 37
... soft allurements I defy , Women , those fair dissemblers , fly , My heart was never made for thee . Love heard ; and straight prepar'd a dart ; Myra , revenge my cause , said he : Too sure ' twas shot , I feel the smart , It rends my ...
... soft allurements I defy , Women , those fair dissemblers , fly , My heart was never made for thee . Love heard ; and straight prepar'd a dart ; Myra , revenge my cause , said he : Too sure ' twas shot , I feel the smart , It rends 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.