The Shorter Poems of the Eighteenth CenturyIolo Aneurin Williams W. Heinemann, Limited, 1923 - 478 pages |
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... tempests loose : That thrown again upon the coast , Where first my shipwreck'd heart was lost , I may once more repeat my pain ; Once more in dying notes complain Of slighted vows , and cold disdain . The Garland The pride of every ...
... tempests loose : That thrown again upon the coast , Where first my shipwreck'd heart was lost , I may once more repeat my pain ; Once more in dying notes complain Of slighted vows , and cold disdain . The Garland The pride of every ...
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... tempests charge the sky : The lightning flies : the thunder roars : The big waves lash the frighten'd shores . Struck with the horror of the sight , She turns her head , and wings her flight ; And trembling vows , she'll ne'er again ...
... tempests charge the sky : The lightning flies : the thunder roars : The big waves lash the frighten'd shores . Struck with the horror of the sight , She turns her head , and wings her flight ; And trembling vows , she'll ne'er again ...
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... tempests at sea , So Matt may yet chance to be hang'd , or be drown'd . If his bones lie in earth , roll in sea , fly in air , To Fate we must yield , and the thing is the same , And if passing thou giv'st him a smile , or a tear , He ...
... tempests at sea , So Matt may yet chance to be hang'd , or be drown'd . If his bones lie in earth , roll in sea , fly in air , To Fate we must yield , and the thing is the same , And if passing thou giv'st him a smile , or a tear , He ...
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... tempests in despair ; But what's the loss of treasure To losing of my dear ? Should you some coast be laid on Where gold and diamonds grow , You'd find a richer maiden , But none that loves you so . " " ' How can they say that nature ...
... tempests in despair ; But what's the loss of treasure To losing of my dear ? Should you some coast be laid on Where gold and diamonds grow , You'd find a richer maiden , But none that loves you so . " " ' How can they say that nature ...
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... tempests fly , Soft gales breathe gently through the sky ; The lark sweet warbling on the wing Salutes the gay return of spring : The silver dews , the vernal showers , Call forth a bloomy waste of flowers ; The joyous fields , the ...
... tempests fly , Soft gales breathe gently through the sky ; The lark sweet warbling on the wing Salutes the gay return of spring : The silver dews , the vernal showers , Call forth a bloomy waste of flowers ; The joyous fields , the ...
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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.