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... hope elate ; Pleasing and pleased , our bosoms soon were moved , Soon disunited by a wayward fate : Two hearts so blended , surely never proved A union sweeter , nor of shorter date . XXIII . SPRING IN LONDON . 1 . Mother ! SONNETS . 27.
... hope elate ; Pleasing and pleased , our bosoms soon were moved , Soon disunited by a wayward fate : Two hearts so blended , surely never proved A union sweeter , nor of shorter date . XXIII . SPRING IN LONDON . 1 . Mother ! SONNETS . 27.
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... pleased I heard The liquid tones of night's melodious bird Join jubilant at young Spring's loveliest morn ; But nought of melancholy ' plaint love - lorn From that sweet fount of music was outpour'd , And those who've deemed it sad ...
... pleased I heard The liquid tones of night's melodious bird Join jubilant at young Spring's loveliest morn ; But nought of melancholy ' plaint love - lorn From that sweet fount of music was outpour'd , And those who've deemed it sad ...
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... pleased— While , banished , hovering Hope her pinions eased , And mourned the genius she could not befriend . My God ! His agony seems present now ! Hear'st not those pallid lips all food refuse ? Well may a gloom upon thy spirits bow ...
... pleased— While , banished , hovering Hope her pinions eased , And mourned the genius she could not befriend . My God ! His agony seems present now ! Hear'st not those pallid lips all food refuse ? Well may a gloom upon thy spirits bow ...
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... Pleased on the city's peaceful intervals ! Bright moon of August ! with this same calm brow Thou saw'st the Druid kneel beneath the oak ; Or listened as the minstrel - priest awoke To bounteous Pan his harvest hymn and vow : And when ...
... Pleased on the city's peaceful intervals ! Bright moon of August ! with this same calm brow Thou saw'st the Druid kneel beneath the oak ; Or listened as the minstrel - priest awoke To bounteous Pan his harvest hymn and vow : And when ...
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... Pleased falls my hand upon each silent string , For Love invites , and Duty's voice accords . Except some youthful passion that my heart Holds in its pulses , all its life is thine- And this , perchance , has led me not to part With ...
... Pleased falls my hand upon each silent string , For Love invites , and Duty's voice accords . Except some youthful passion that my heart Holds in its pulses , all its life is thine- And this , perchance , has led me not to part With ...
Términos y frases comunes
Adieu amid aught Bard beauteous flower beauty behold blessing breast breath bright brow calm charm cheer CHRYSANTHEMUMS daisy dandy poets dear deep delight didst dost dream dwell e'er ENDYMION fading Fancy feel fragrance gaze gleam hand happy harp hath hear heart Heaven holy hope hour humble HUNDRED SONNETS idolatry iron heel labour Life's light light from Heaven lips LONDON lone love song lyre manly Medway melodious memory memory's mind moan morn Muse ne'er neath night nought o'er Oppression's passion path peace poet poet's pride PRINTED BY WILLOUGHBY pure Romeo and Juliet round scenes scorn selfish sentiment Shine sleep smile SMITHFIELD sorrow soul Spring sublime sweet sympathy tears temples tender thee thine thou Thou'lt thoughts that elevate throng thy spirit toil tones touching strain trifling truth tyrants unto vale veil voice warble warm wearied wild WILLOUGHBY AND CO wing wisp woke yearn'd
Pasajes populares
Página 30 - As age accumulates upon thy brow, And all thine energies become less warm, Securely rest on my more vigorous arm, — Time the protectorship reverses now. If, by God's blessing, health and strength allow, My toil shall comfort thee ; secure from harm, No dread of want thy last days shall alarm, Nor workhouse insolence thy spirit bow.
Página 30 - God's blessing, health and strength allow, My toil shall comfort thee ; secure from harm, No dread of want thy last days shall alarm, Nor workhouse insolence thy spirit bow. Mother, though dim thine eye, yet many a day, While blithe I sported, didst thou toil for me Along no path of flowers, but a rude way, Beset with hardship and with poverty.
Página 28 - Warm from my bosom in a gushing flood My best affections still to thee incline ; Thy breast has been to me a holy shrine Where love unselfish, glowing gratitude, With all that makes us kind, or leaves us good, In one unchanging sentiment combine. I hold naught dearer than thy power to bless, As o'er the varied scenes of life I rove — Not e'en the warm impassionate caress Meeting or parting with the maid I love : A mother's love ! while I such boon possess, I scarce would change my state with saints...
Página 7 - Withjoy,that thou thy watchdidst safely keep. Samaritan of life ! with pitying smile, When tired nature fails upon the road, Thou giv'st thy blessing to the sons of toil, Loos'ning the bandage of their wearying load : Though gold may win it not by chaffering wile, Unasked upon contentment 'tis bestowed.
Página 28 - I. Mother ! thou know'st how truly I am thine By ties of sympathy as well as blood ; Warm from my bosom, in a gushing flood, My best affections still to thee incline ; Thy breast has been to me a holy shrine, Where love unselfish, glowing gratitude, With all that makes us kind, or leaves us good, In one unchanging sentiment combine. I hold naught dearer than thy power to bless, As o'er the varied scenes of life I rove — Not e'en the warm, impassionate caress, Meeting or parting with the maid I...
Página 29 - ... Untiring, eager, generous, and true, Thy tenderness did with my years keep pace, Seeking all sorrow from my brow to chase, And holding truth and virtue up to view. Thanks ! grateful thanks ! I have not all deserved, I plead me guilty to a wayward will ; Tet thou didst chide so mildly when I swerved, That 1 returned to love thee better still ; Thy warning counsel has my spirit nerved, And proved an antidote to many an ill. As age accumulates upon thy brow, And all thine energies become less warm,...
Página 80 - ... movings of the Muse's powers ? Nay. For the sunlight that gilds up the towers Of princes — in the sheltered lane reveals The beauty of the primrose, — and unseals Phials of fragrance in the violet's bowers. For Poetry can glad, illume, sustain, And dignify the humblest heart she sways : And though the world the trifles may disdain, Still dear unto the Poet are his lays. And whoso seeketh shall not seek in vain, For joys abundant in her pleasant ways.