Sketches in VerseC. A. Conrad & Company, 1810 - 184 pages |
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Page 46
... often , often try , But all in vain , its cause to name ? Why is the name of Molly found Forever in my simple song ? Oh ! tell me , why will that loved sound Forever tremble on my tongue ? Could you but see my constant heart , And read 46.
... often , often try , But all in vain , its cause to name ? Why is the name of Molly found Forever in my simple song ? Oh ! tell me , why will that loved sound Forever tremble on my tongue ? Could you but see my constant heart , And read 46.
Page 55
... Tell me , O tell , are you asleep ? The promise , Catin , that you made , Say , will you - will you - won't you keep ? Catin , alack - a - day ! was frail , And up she got , without her clothes , ( Oh maidens never do ye so ! ) And to ...
... Tell me , O tell , are you asleep ? The promise , Catin , that you made , Say , will you - will you - won't you keep ? Catin , alack - a - day ! was frail , And up she got , without her clothes , ( Oh maidens never do ye so ! ) And to ...
Page 61
... are not pumps , That stand beside the gutter . Them things like - like - I can't tell what , They splash a body so ; in fact , I think that they are very like A mountain cataract . 11 Them things that gush , gush , gush so much 61.
... are not pumps , That stand beside the gutter . Them things like - like - I can't tell what , They splash a body so ; in fact , I think that they are very like A mountain cataract . 11 Them things that gush , gush , gush so much 61.
Page 66
... , & c . And tell me , had you rather be , I said , and held him by the arm , & c . In careless mood he looked at me , While still I held him by the arm , & c . Ib . p . 107 . And afterwards , And five times did I say to 66.
... , & c . And tell me , had you rather be , I said , and held him by the arm , & c . In careless mood he looked at me , While still I held him by the arm , & c . Ib . p . 107 . And afterwards , And five times did I say to 66.
Page 67
... tell me why ? Ib . p . 108 . 3 In that sweet mood , when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind . Vol . 1 , p . 115 . 4 And fiercely by the arm he shook her , And by the arm he held her fast , And fiercely by the arm he shook ...
... tell me why ? Ib . p . 108 . 3 In that sweet mood , when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind . Vol . 1 , p . 115 . 4 And fiercely by the arm he shook her , And by the arm he held her fast , And fiercely by the arm he shook ...
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Ah turn amatory amorous arms Bacchus basia Basium beauty bliss BOILEAU bosom bower breast breath burr cannae Catin cella charms cheeks Colin cried Dear ruins declare delight despair dost dulce e'er ecstatick EPIGRAM ev'ry eyes fair fancy fantastick fate flame flow flowers following lines fragrance FRANCIUS gentle give glow Gorgon HAFIZ hath heart heaven heavenly honey HORACE imitation Italian JAYADEVA joys kiss labris LEBEID lips love's Love's Labour Lost lover maid mihi mistress Molly Naiads ne'er Neaera nectar neighbour JOE nemus Newara night o'er Oscula passion PASTORAL Phyllis Pluto Poem poetick poets quae querelis rhyme rill RONDEAU rose round rove Second-street SECUNDUS SHAKSPEARE shepherd sigh SKETCHES IN VERSE smile soft song Sonnet soul STANZAS stray stream Succos sunt swain sweet sweetest SYLVAE tears tell thee thine thou thought TIBULLUS Titania twas Venus Whal wild wine wish youth Zuiderzee
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Page 73 - I had gazed perhaps two minutes' space, Joanna, looking in my eyes, beheld That ravishment of mine, and laughed aloud. The Rock, like something starting from a sleep, Took up the lady's voice, and laughed again ; That ancient woman seated on Helm-crag Was ready with her cavern ; Hammar-scar, And the tall steep of Silver-how, sent forth A noise of laughter ; southern Loughrigg heard, And Fairfield answered with a mountain tone ; Helvellyn far into the clear blue sky Carried the lady's voice ; old...
Page 13 - I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips ' and the nodding violet grows ; Quite over-canopied with lush ' woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine...
Page 15 - Silence was pleased: now glowed the firmament With living sapphires; Hesperus that led The starry host rode brightest, till the moon, Rising in clouded majesty, at length Apparent queen unveiled her peerless light, And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw.
Page 119 - My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone ; The flowers appear on the earth ; The time of the singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land ; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, And the vines with the tender grape give a good smell.
Page 69 - THERE is a Thorn — it looks so old, In truth, you'd find it hard to say How it could ever have been young, It looks so old and grey. Not higher than a two years...
Page 73 - And the tall Steep of Silver-How sent forth A noise of laughter; southern Loughrigg heard, And Fairfield answered with a mountain tone : Helvellyn far into the clear blue sky Carried the Lady's voice, — old Skiddaw blew His speaking-trumpet; — back out of the clouds Of Glaramara southward came the voice; And Kirkstone tossed it from his misty head.
Page 69 - And fiercely by the arm he took her, And by the arm he held her fast, And fiercely by the arm he shook her, And cried, "I've caught you then at last!
Page 31 - Quel vers ne tomberait au seul nom de Heusden ? Quelle muse à rimer en tous lieux disposée Oserait approcher des bords du Zuiderzée...
Page 56 - I had rather be a kitten, and cry mew Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers...
Page 31 - En vain, pour te louer, ma muse toujours prête Vingt fois de la Hollande a tenté la conquête : Ce pays , où cent murs n'ont pu te résister, Grand roi , n'est pas en vers si facile à dompter. Des villes que tu prends les noms durs et barbares N'offrent de toutes parts que syllabes bizarres ; Et , l'oreille effrayée , il faut, depuis l'Issel ' , Pour trouver un bon mot, courir jusqu'au Tessel*.