New Elegant Extracts: A Unique Selection ... from the Most Eminent Prose and Epistolary Writers ...C.& C. Whittingham, 1823 |
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... heart no more can rest with any ; But what it sought in thee alone Attempts , alas ! to find in many . Then fare thee well , deceitful maid , " Twere vain and fruitless to regret thee ; Nor hope nor memory yield their aid , But pride ...
... heart no more can rest with any ; But what it sought in thee alone Attempts , alas ! to find in many . Then fare thee well , deceitful maid , " Twere vain and fruitless to regret thee ; Nor hope nor memory yield their aid , But pride ...
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... heart regards thy weal Warmly as it was wont to do . Thy husband's bless'd - and ' twill impart Some pangs to view his happier lot ; But let them pass - oh ! how my heart Would hate him if he loved thee not ! When late I saw thy ...
... heart regards thy weal Warmly as it was wont to do . Thy husband's bless'd - and ' twill impart Some pangs to view his happier lot ; But let them pass - oh ! how my heart Would hate him if he loved thee not ! When late I saw thy ...
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... heart Where I can claim the meanest part : Nor thou , who hast my hopes undone , Wilt sigh , although I love but one . To think of every early scene , Of what we are , and what we've been , Would whelm some softer hearts with woe ; But ...
... heart Where I can claim the meanest part : Nor thou , who hast my hopes undone , Wilt sigh , although I love but one . To think of every early scene , Of what we are , and what we've been , Would whelm some softer hearts with woe ; But ...
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... heart . Come then - ere yet the morning ray Has drunk the dew that gems your crest , And drawn your balmiest sweets away ; O come , and grace my Anna's breast . O ! I should think - that fragrant bed Might I but hope with you to share ...
... heart . Come then - ere yet the morning ray Has drunk the dew that gems your crest , And drawn your balmiest sweets away ; O come , and grace my Anna's breast . O ! I should think - that fragrant bed Might I but hope with you to share ...
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... heart , or nearly , While memory writes in frequent tears That I have loved thee - very dearly ! How many summers pass'd away , How many winters sad and dreary ; And still I taught thee to be gay , Whene'er thy soul of life was weary ...
... heart , or nearly , While memory writes in frequent tears That I have loved thee - very dearly ! How many summers pass'd away , How many winters sad and dreary ; And still I taught thee to be gay , Whene'er thy soul of life was weary ...
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adieu beams beauty beguile beneath bless bless'd bliss bloom bosom cold bower breast breath bright CHARLOTTE SMITH charm cheek cheer dark dear death despair dream e'er ELEGY eyes fade fair Fair city Fancy farewell fate feel flame flowers fond gay nature gentle gloom glow grace grave grief grove hand hast hear heart Heaven honours hope HOTWELLS hour hour of victory life's lips lonely LORD BYRON love restore Lover Lycidas lyre Maid with bosom mind Monody morn mourn Muse Naiad ne'er night nymph o'er pain pale pangs pass'd peace pity pride rapture rill rise round scenes scorn shade shine shore sigh silent skies sleep smile soft song soothe sorrows soul spring strain sweet tear tempest tender thee thine thou thought tomb tongue Twas vale virtue voice wake wander wave weep wild winds youth
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195 ページ - feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths! that scarce themselves know how to hold A sheephook, or have learned aught else the least That to the faithful herdman's art belongs! [sped; What recks it them? What need they? They are And, when they list, their lean and flashy songs
193 ページ - thorn blows; Such, Lycidas, thy loss to shepherds' ear. Where were ye, Nymphs, when the remorseless deep Closed o'er the head of your loved Lycidas? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona* high, Nor yet where Deva
192 ページ - with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude; And, with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year: Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due;
166 ページ - came and went, Till, all my stock of infant sorrow spent, I learn'd at last submission to my lot, But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nursery floor; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way,
192 ページ - LYCIDAS. In this Monody the author bewails a learned friend *, unfortunately drowned in his passage from Chester on the Irish seas, 1637: and by occasion foretells the ruin of our corrupted clergy, then in their height. Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more. Ye myrtles
299 ページ - Like the corpse of an outcast abandon'd to weather, Till the mountain winds wasted the tenantless clay. Nor yet quite deserted, though lonely extended, For, faithful in death, his mute favourite attended, The much loved remains of his master defended, And chased the hill fox and the raven away. How long didst thou think that his silence
254 ページ - bridegroom may forget the bride Was made his wedded wife yestreen ; The monarch may forget the crown That on his head an hour has been; The mother may forget the child That smiles sae sweetly on her knee ; But I'll remember thee, Glencairn, And a' that thou hast done for me!
197 ページ - Sleep'st by the fable of Bellerus * old, Where the great Vision of the guarded Mount t Looks toward Namancos J and Bayona's hold; Look homeward, angel, now, and melt with ruth : And, O ye dolphins, waft the hapless youth.
193 ページ - Closed o'er the head of your loved Lycidas? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona* high, Nor yet where Deva
169 ページ - TO MARY. AUTUMN OF 1793. The twentieth year is well nigh pass'd, Since first our sky was overcast, Ah, would that this might be the last! Thy spirits have a fainter flow, I see thee daily weaker grow—