The lyre of love [ed. by P.L. Courtier].Charles Whittingham, 1806 - Love poetry, English |
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... peace of my In ringlets he dresses his hair , mind ! And his crook is bestudded around ; And his pipe - oh , my Phillis , beware Of a magic there is in the sound ! - ' Tis his with mock passion to glow ; ' Tis his in smooth tales to ...
... peace of my In ringlets he dresses his hair , mind ! And his crook is bestudded around ; And his pipe - oh , my Phillis , beware Of a magic there is in the sound ! - ' Tis his with mock passion to glow ; ' Tis his in smooth tales to ...
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... peace which from solitude flows , Henceforth shall be Corydon's theme . High transports are shown to the sight , But we are not to find them our own ; Fate never bestow'd such delight , As I with my Phillis had known . O ye woods ...
... peace which from solitude flows , Henceforth shall be Corydon's theme . High transports are shown to the sight , But we are not to find them our own ; Fate never bestow'd such delight , As I with my Phillis had known . O ye woods ...
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... peace shall I seek to o'erthrow , And wish to persuade , while I answer “ no , no ? ” From beauty , and wit , and good humour , ah ! why Should prudence advise , and compel me to fly ? Thy bounties , O fortune ! make haste to bestow ...
... peace shall I seek to o'erthrow , And wish to persuade , while I answer “ no , no ? ” From beauty , and wit , and good humour , ah ! why Should prudence advise , and compel me to fly ? Thy bounties , O fortune ! make haste to bestow ...
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... peaceful ease ; And plough'd , long plough'd the southern seas ; Yet , though unworthy of thy care , Thy kind dear love pursued me there And , midst the battle's horrid strife , Thy tender prayer preserv'd my life . Some years ...
... peaceful ease ; And plough'd , long plough'd the southern seas ; Yet , though unworthy of thy care , Thy kind dear love pursued me there And , midst the battle's horrid strife , Thy tender prayer preserv'd my life . Some years ...
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... peaceful shade . * * * * * * O cruel , to refuse his boon ! How little did he crave ! - ' Twas but the covering of a ... peace , The baseless fabric of a dream , my rest ; I laid me down in confidence of ease , And meedless sorrow burst ...
... peaceful shade . * * * * * * O cruel , to refuse his boon ! How little did he crave ! - ' Twas but the covering of a ... peace , The baseless fabric of a dream , my rest ; I laid me down in confidence of ease , And meedless sorrow burst ...
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Page 127 - The floating Clouds their state shall .lend To her; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. The Stars of midnight shall be dear To her ; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where Rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Page 88 - THOU lingering star, with less'ning ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast...
Page 128 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Page 87 - Far marked with the courses of clear winding rills! There daily I wander as noon rises high, My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye. How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below, Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow! There oft, as mild evening weeps over the lea, The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me.
Page 127 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, 'A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ! This child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. 'Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse ; and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Page 128 - Thus Nature spake — The work was done — How soon my Lucy's race was run! She died, and left to me This heath, this calm, and quiet scene; The memory of what has been, And never more will be.
Page 89 - O'erhung with wild woods, thick'ning green ; The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twined amorous round the raptured scene ; The flowers sprang wanton to be prest, The birds sang love on every spray — Till too, too soon, the glowing west Proclaim'd the speed of winged day.
Page 88 - Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past; Thy image at our last embrace! Ah, little thought we 'twas our last ! Ayr, gurgling, kiss'd his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods...
Page 21 - twas a barbarous deed : For he ne'er could be true, she averred, Who could rob a poor bird of its young; And I loved her the more when I heard Such tenderness fall from her tongue.
Page 87 - The poor inhabitant below Was quick to learn and wise to know, And keenly felt the friendly glow, And softer flame ; But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain'd his name ! Reader, attend ! whether thy soul Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole, Or darkling grubs this earthly hole, In low pursuit ; Know, prudent, cautious, self-control Is wisdom's root.