The Shorter Poems of the Eighteenth CenturyIolo Aneurin Williams W. Heinemann, Limited, 1923 - 478 pages |
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Page 11
... flame . My softest verse , my darling lyre Upon Euphelia's toilet lay ; When Cloe noted her desire , That I should sing , that I should play . My lyre I tune , my voice I raise ; But with my numbers mix my sighs : And whilst I sing ...
... flame . My softest verse , my darling lyre Upon Euphelia's toilet lay ; When Cloe noted her desire , That I should sing , that I should play . My lyre I tune , my voice I raise ; But with my numbers mix my sighs : And whilst I sing ...
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... flame to tell , Dear five years old befriends my passion , And I may write till she can spell . For while she makes her silk - worms beds , With all the tender things I swear , Whilst all the house my passion reads , In papers round her ...
... flame to tell , Dear five years old befriends my passion , And I may write till she can spell . For while she makes her silk - worms beds , With all the tender things I swear , Whilst all the house my passion reads , In papers round her ...
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... flames Suspicion brings , As do the heart about thee fire ? Still swift to come , but when to go Thou shouldst be more - Alas ! how slow ! Lord of the World must surely be But thy bare title at the most ; Since Jealousy is lord of thee ...
... flames Suspicion brings , As do the heart about thee fire ? Still swift to come , but when to go Thou shouldst be more - Alas ! how slow ! Lord of the World must surely be But thy bare title at the most ; Since Jealousy is lord of thee ...
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... flame , Swiftly , like sudden death , it came ; Like travellers by lightning kill'd , I burnt the moment I beheld . In whom so many charms are plac'd , Is with a mind as nobly grac'd ; The case , so shining to behold , Is fill'd with ...
... flame , Swiftly , like sudden death , it came ; Like travellers by lightning kill'd , I burnt the moment I beheld . In whom so many charms are plac'd , Is with a mind as nobly grac'd ; The case , so shining to behold , Is fill'd with ...
Page 52
... flames aspires , And blushes so with purple light , It seems to send forth real fires , Tell her , that rose's ruddy fires impart The flames her eyes have kindled in my heart . Song I saw Lucinda's bosom bare , Transparent was the skin ...
... flames aspires , And blushes so with purple light , It seems to send forth real fires , Tell her , that rose's ruddy fires impart The flames her eyes have kindled in my heart . Song I saw Lucinda's bosom bare , Transparent was the skin ...
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adieu Anacreon beauteous beauty beneath bless blest bliss bloom blush bosom breast breath bright charms cheerful clouds Cupid dear Death delight Epigram Epitaph eyes fair fame fancy Farewell fate fear fire flame floruit flowers fond gentle give grace grave Grongar Hill grove happy haste hear heart Heaven hope hour Lady lass live lov'd lover lyre maid MATTHEW PILKINGTON MATTHEW PRIOR mild ale mind morn mourn Muse ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er once pain passion pleasure poem Poet Laureate poets praise pride rill round shade shine sigh sight sing smile soft Song sorrow soul stream swain sweet Tadlow tears tell tempests tender thee thine thou art thought Tom D'Urfey trembling trifle Twas vale Venus verse vex'd Vincent Bourne voice weep Whilst winds wings wyllowe youth
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Page 54 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Page 394 - Ye winds that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.
Page 388 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head...
Page 218 - Christ, art all I want; More than all in Thee I find: Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is Thy name; I am all unrighteousness; False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace.
Page 334 - While sallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves; Or Winter, yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train And rudely rends...
Page 146 - How lov'd, how honour'd once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot; A heap of dust alone remains of thee; 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!
Page 146 - And the green turf lie lightly on thy breast : There shall the morn her earliest tears bestow, There the first roses of the year shall blow; While angels with their silver wings o'ershade The ground, now sacred by thy reliques made.
Page 252 - Wealth, my lad, was made to wander, Let it wander as it will ; Call the jockey, call the pander, Bid them come and take their fill. When the bonny blade carouses, Pockets full, and spirits high, — What are acres ? what are houses ? Only dirt, or wet or dry. Should the guardian friend or mother Tell the woes of wilful waste ; Scorn their counsels, scorn their pother, — You can hang or drown at last.
Page 302 - Await alike the inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Page 305 - Heaven ('twas all he wish'd) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose,) The bosom of his Father and his God.