Poetical Works: To which is Prefixed a Life of the AuthorCrosby, Nichols, Lee & Company, 1860 |
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... Twas he had summon'd to her silent bed The morning dream that hover'd o'er her head . A youth more glittering than a birth - night beau ( That e'en in slumber caused her check to glow ) Seem'd to her ear his winning lips to lay , And ...
... Twas he had summon'd to her silent bed The morning dream that hover'd o'er her head . A youth more glittering than a birth - night beau ( That e'en in slumber caused her check to glow ) Seem'd to her ear his winning lips to lay , And ...
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... Twas then , Belinda , if report say true , Thy eyes first open'd on a billet - doux ; Wounds , charms , and ardour , were no sooner read , But all the vision vanish'd from thy head . And now unveil'd the toilet stands display'd , Each ...
... Twas then , Belinda , if report say true , Thy eyes first open'd on a billet - doux ; Wounds , charms , and ardour , were no sooner read , But all the vision vanish'd from thy head . And now unveil'd the toilet stands display'd , Each ...
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... Twas this , he morning omens seem'd to tell ; Thrice from my trembling hand the patch - box fell- The tottering china shook without a wind , Nay , Poll sat mute , and Shock was most unkind ! A Sylph too warn'd me of the threats of fate ...
... Twas this , he morning omens seem'd to tell ; Thrice from my trembling hand the patch - box fell- The tottering china shook without a wind , Nay , Poll sat mute , and Shock was most unkind ! A Sylph too warn'd me of the threats of fate ...
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... twas not much to bid one kind adieu ; ( At least to feign was never hard to you ! ) Farewell , my Lesbian love , ' you might have said Or coldly thus , Farewell , oh Lesbian maid ! ' No tear did you , no parting kiss receive , · Nor ...
... twas not much to bid one kind adieu ; ( At least to feign was never hard to you ! ) Farewell , my Lesbian love , ' you might have said Or coldly thus , Farewell , oh Lesbian maid ! ' No tear did you , no parting kiss receive , · Nor ...
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... twas no sin to love : Back through the paths of pleasing sense I ran , Nor wish'd an angel whom I loved a man . Dim and remote the joys of saints I see , Nor envy them that heaven I lose for thee . How oft , when press'd to marriage ...
... twas no sin to love : Back through the paths of pleasing sense I ran , Nor wish'd an angel whom I loved a man . Dim and remote the joys of saints I see , Nor envy them that heaven I lose for thee . How oft , when press'd to marriage ...
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Page 269 - To know but this, that Thou art good, And that myself am blind; Yet gave me, in this dark estate, To see the good from ill; And binding Nature fast in fate, Left free the human will. What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than Hell to shun, That, more than Heaven pursue.
Page 74 - Ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss ; A fool might once himself alone expose, Now one in verse makes many more in prose. 'Tis with our judgments as our watches, none Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
Page 269 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge thy foe.
Page 84 - True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance. 'Tis not enough no harshness gives offence ; The sound must seem an echo to the sense.
Page 110 - And screen'd in shades from day's detested glare, She sighs for ever on her pensive bed, Pain at her side, and Megrim at her head.
Page 90 - Tis not enough your counsel still be true ; Blunt truths more mischief than nice falsehoods do ; Men must be taught as if you taught them not, And things unknown proposed as things forgot.
Page 278 - Wharton, the scorn and wonder of our days, Whose ruling passion was the lust of praise: Born with whate'er could win it from the wise, Women and fools must like him or he dies; Though wondering senates hung on all he spoke, The club must hail him master of the joke.
Page 99 - To one man's treat, but for another's ball ? When Florio speaks, what virgin could withstand, If gentle Damon did not squeeze her hand ? With varying vanities, from ev'ry part, They shift the moving toyshop of their heart; Where wigs with wigs, with sword-knots sword-knots strive, Beaux banish beaux, and coaches coaches drive.
Page 81 - Th' increasing prospect tires our wandering eyes, Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise ! A perfect judge will read each work of wit With the same spirit that its author writ ; Survey the whole, nor seek slight faults to find Where nature moves, and rapture warms the mind ; Nor lose, for that malignant dull delight, The generous pleasure to be charm'd with wit.
Page 102 - But chiefly Love — to Love an altar built, Of twelve vast French romances, neatly gilt. There lay three garters, half a pair of gloves, And all the trophies of his former loves ; With tender billet-doux he lights the pyre, And breathes three am'rous sighs to raise the fire.