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Page 58
... kisses we'll sip , Will you , will you , & c . Kiss me , my love ? And O ! for the joys that are sweeter than dew , From languishing roses , or kisses from you . Will you , will you , & c . Won't you , my love ? TO ROSA . DOES the harp ...
... kisses we'll sip , Will you , will you , & c . Kiss me , my love ? And O ! for the joys that are sweeter than dew , From languishing roses , or kisses from you . Will you , will you , & c . Won't you , my love ? TO ROSA . DOES the harp ...
Page 60
... kiss you , and that without whining or whimpers , And do what you please with you - all out of fun . Dear creatures , & c . A bumper to Fanny - I know you will scorn her , Because she's a prude , and her nose is so curl'd ; But if ever ...
... kiss you , and that without whining or whimpers , And do what you please with you - all out of fun . Dear creatures , & c . A bumper to Fanny - I know you will scorn her , Because she's a prude , and her nose is so curl'd ; But if ever ...
Page 61
... kiss off the oath when I choose ! Or a sigh may disperse from that flower The dew and the oath that are there ; And I'd make a new vow every hour , To lose them so sweetly in air ! But clear up the heav'n of your brow , Nor MELODIES . 61.
... kiss off the oath when I choose ! Or a sigh may disperse from that flower The dew and the oath that are there ; And I'd make a new vow every hour , To lose them so sweetly in air ! But clear up the heav'n of your brow , Nor MELODIES . 61.
Page 79
... kiss and the smile must be worth , Delightful are the flowers of the Arma trees on the mountain tops , while the murmuring bees pursue their volup- tuous toil . " Song of Jayadeva . The Nisan or drops of spring rain , which they believe ...
... kiss and the smile must be worth , Delightful are the flowers of the Arma trees on the mountain tops , while the murmuring bees pursue their volup- tuous toil . " Song of Jayadeva . The Nisan or drops of spring rain , which they believe ...
Page 94
... kiss'd , and kissing sworn ! And now , my gentle hints to clear , For once , I'll tell you truth , my dear ! Whenever you may chance to meet A loving youth , whose love is sweet , Long as you're false , and he believes you , Long as you ...
... kiss'd , and kissing sworn ! And now , my gentle hints to clear , For once , I'll tell you truth , my dear ! Whenever you may chance to meet A loving youth , whose love is sweet , Long as you're false , and he believes you , Long as you ...
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Page 100 - THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls, As if that soul were fled. — So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts, that once beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more.
Page 243 - When night, with wings of starry gloom, O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark beauteous bird, whose plume Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes : That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless, Lord, are Thine.
Page 90 - They made her a grave too cold and damp For a soul so warm and true; And she's gone to the Lake of the Dismal Swamp, Where all night long, by a fire-fly lamp, She paddles her white canoe. "And her fire-fly lamp I soon shall see And her paddle I soon shall hear; Long and loving our life shall be, And I'll hide the maid in a cypress tree, When the footstep of Death is near.
Page 77 - And oh ! if there be an elysium on earth, It is this, it is this...
Page 98 - Nature embellish'd the tint Of thy fields, and thy mountains so fair, Did she ever intend that a tyrant should print The footstep of slavery there? No! Freedom, whose smile we shall never resign, Go, tell our invaders, the Danes, That 'tis sweeter to bleed for an age at thy shrine, Than to sleep but a moment in chains.
Page 101 - OH ! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME. OH ! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid ; Sad, silent, and dark be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head.
Page 83 - And a dew was distill'd from their flowers, that gave All the fragrance of summer, when summer was gone. Thus memory draws from delight, ere it dies, An essence that breathes of it many a year...
Page 259 - Oft in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken...
Page 102 - With thee were the dreams of my earliest love ; Every thought of my reason was thine : In my last humble prayer to the Spirit above, Thy name shall be mingled with mine...
Page 174 - Let Fate do her worst ; there are relics of joy, Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy ; Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features that joy used to wear.