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... Scott with a fine weighty face , For as soon as his visage was seen in the place , The diners and barmaids all crowded to know him , And thank him with smiles for that sweet pretty poem ! .. However , he scarcely had got through the ...
... Scott with a fine weighty face , For as soon as his visage was seen in the place , The diners and barmaids all crowded to know him , And thank him with smiles for that sweet pretty poem ! .. However , he scarcely had got through the ...
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... Scott , you have manag'd the town ; Now pray , copy less , -have a little temerity , - -Try if you can't also manage posterity . -All you add now only lessens your credit ; And how could you think too of taking to edite ? A great deal's ...
... Scott , you have manag'd the town ; Now pray , copy less , -have a little temerity , - -Try if you can't also manage posterity . -All you add now only lessens your credit ; And how could you think too of taking to edite ? A great deal's ...
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... there , And each of the bards had a wreath in his hair . Tom Campbell's with willow and poplar was twin'd , And Southey's with mountain - ash pluck'd in the wind , And Scott's with a heath from his old garden stores 16 THE FEAST OF.
... there , And each of the bards had a wreath in his hair . Tom Campbell's with willow and poplar was twin'd , And Southey's with mountain - ash pluck'd in the wind , And Scott's with a heath from his old garden stores 16 THE FEAST OF.
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With Notes, and Other Pieces in Verse Leigh Hunt. And Scott's with a heath from his old garden stores , And with vine - leaves and Jump - up - and - kiss - me , Tom Moore's.24 Then Apollo put his on , that sparkled with beams , And rich ...
With Notes, and Other Pieces in Verse Leigh Hunt. And Scott's with a heath from his old garden stores , And with vine - leaves and Jump - up - and - kiss - me , Tom Moore's.24 Then Apollo put his on , that sparkled with beams , And rich ...
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... Scott , he said , Pray be as portly And rich as you please , but a little less courtly . ' So , changing the subject , he call'd upon Moore , Who sung such a song , that they shouted Encore ! ' And the God was so pleas'd with his taste ...
... Scott , he said , Pray be as portly And rich as you please , but a little less courtly . ' So , changing the subject , he call'd upon Moore , Who sung such a song , that they shouted Encore ! ' And the God was so pleas'd with his taste ...
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Page 119 - Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd : a certain aim he took At a fair vestal throned by the west, And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the watery moon, And the imperial votaress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free.
Page 36 - Favours to none, to all she smiles extends; Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike.
Page 35 - As when the moon, refulgent lamp of night, O'er Heaven's clear azure spreads her sacred light, When not a breath disturbs the deep serene, And not a cloud o'ercasts the solemn scene ; Around her throne the vivid planets roll, And stars unnumber'd gild the glowing pole, O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head...
Page 97 - In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, And reddening Phoebus lifts his golden fire: The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas! for other notes repine; A different object do these eyes require; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine; And in my breast the...
Page 98 - And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet Morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear And weep the more because I weep in vain.
Page 35 - But ev'ry eye was fix'd on her alone. On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore, Which Jews might kiss, and infidels adore. Her lively looks a sprightly mind disclose, Quick as her eyes, and as...
Page 119 - Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it Love-in-idleness.
Page 117 - There's fennel for you, and columbines; there's rue for you; and here's some for me; we may call it herb of grace o
Page 119 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Page 35 - O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head ; Then shine the vales, the rocks in prospect rise, A flood of glory bursts from all the skies ; ' The conscious swains, rejoicing in the sight, Eye the blue vault, and bless the useful light.