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... LINES SUGGESTED BY THE 14th OF FEBRUARY A , B , C. ... : : TO MRS . GOODCHILD ODE - ON A DISTANT PROSPECT ' OF MAKING A FORTUNE ISABEL DIRGE ... ... ... LINES SUGGESTED BY THE 14th OF FEBRUARY " HIC VIR , HIC EST " BEER ODE TO TOBACCO ...
... LINES SUGGESTED BY THE 14th OF FEBRUARY A , B , C. ... : : TO MRS . GOODCHILD ODE - ON A DISTANT PROSPECT ' OF MAKING A FORTUNE ISABEL DIRGE ... ... ... LINES SUGGESTED BY THE 14th OF FEBRUARY " HIC VIR , HIC EST " BEER ODE TO TOBACCO ...
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... lines to her as Venus ; I'd sworn unflinchingly to shoot The man who dared to come between us : And it was you , my Thomas , you , The friend in whom my soul confided , Who dared to gaze on her - to do , I may say , much the same as I ...
... lines to her as Venus ; I'd sworn unflinchingly to shoot The man who dared to come between us : And it was you , my Thomas , you , The friend in whom my soul confided , Who dared to gaze on her - to do , I may say , much the same as I ...
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... lines ? Who knows ? As quoth Sir Walter , " Time rolls his ceaseless course : " The Grace of yore " may alter— And then , I've one resource : I'll invest in a bran - new halter , And I'll perish without remorse . LINES SUGGESTED BY THE ...
... lines ? Who knows ? As quoth Sir Walter , " Time rolls his ceaseless course : " The Grace of yore " may alter— And then , I've one resource : I'll invest in a bran - new halter , And I'll perish without remorse . LINES SUGGESTED BY THE ...
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... bugle Sounds farewell to field and copse , And I sit before my frugal Meal of gravy - soup and chops : When ( as Gray remarks ) " the moping Owl doth to the moon complain , " LINES SUGGESTED BY THE 14th FEBRUARY . 25 And the.
... bugle Sounds farewell to field and copse , And I sit before my frugal Meal of gravy - soup and chops : When ( as Gray remarks ) " the moping Owl doth to the moon complain , " LINES SUGGESTED BY THE 14th FEBRUARY . 25 And the.
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Charles Stuart Calverley. LINES SUGGESTED BY THE 14th FEBRUARY . 25 And the hour suggests eloping- Fly my thoughts to you again . May my dreams be granted never ? Must I aye endure affliction Rarely realised , if ever , In our wildest ...
Charles Stuart Calverley. LINES SUGGESTED BY THE 14th FEBRUARY . 25 And the hour suggests eloping- Fly my thoughts to you again . May my dreams be granted never ? Must I aye endure affliction Rarely realised , if ever , In our wildest ...
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Seite 112 - Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream : Ah me ! I fondly dream, Had ye been there...
Seite 108 - Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear. Begin then, Sisters of the sacred well, That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring; Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string.
Seite 124 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor ; So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Seite 122 - Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world...
Seite 118 - Enow of such as for their bellies' sake, Creep and intrude, and climb into the fold? Of other care they little reckoning make, Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest; Blind mouths!
Seite 106 - Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer. Who would not sing for Lycidas ? He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme. He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept, and welter to the parching wind Without the meed of some melodious tear.
Seite 114 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.
Seite 116 - And questioned every gust of rugged wings That blows from off each beaked promontory: They knew not of his story; And sage Hippotades their answer brings, That not a blast was from his dungeon...
Seite 108 - And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud. For we were nursed upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock by fountain, shade, and rill. Together both, ere the high lawns...
Seite 120 - Return Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowrets of a thousand hues.