The Annual Anthology, Հատոր 2Biggs and Company, 1800 |
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... Poem ad- dressed to CHARLES LAMB , of the India - House Sonnet 1 2 Written at Matlock 3 4 5 127 129 131 134 136 137 - 140 145 146 147 148 149 150 151 8 By WILLIAM CASE , Junr . - 152 9 To a Friend , with a Volume of MSS . Poems , by ...
... Poem ad- dressed to CHARLES LAMB , of the India - House Sonnet 1 2 Written at Matlock 3 4 5 127 129 131 134 136 137 - 140 145 146 147 148 149 150 151 8 By WILLIAM CASE , Junr . - 152 9 To a Friend , with a Volume of MSS . Poems , by ...
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... sonnet . You must contribute Brain ! in this hard time ; Taxes are high , food dear , and you must rhyme . " Twere well if when I rubb'd my itchless head , The fingers with benignant stimulation Could thro ' the medullary substance ...
... sonnet . You must contribute Brain ! in this hard time ; Taxes are high , food dear , and you must rhyme . " Twere well if when I rubb'd my itchless head , The fingers with benignant stimulation Could thro ' the medullary substance ...
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... a considerable distance , or high above us , we plainly hear the quill feathers , their shafts and webs upon one another creek as the joints or working of a vessel in a tempestuous sea . 1 5 SONNET I. ** Much * on my early youth 144.
... a considerable distance , or high above us , we plainly hear the quill feathers , their shafts and webs upon one another creek as the joints or working of a vessel in a tempestuous sea . 1 5 SONNET I. ** Much * on my early youth 144.
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5 SONNET I. ** Much * on my early youth I love to dwell , " When by my father's side , a stripling boy , I paced with steps unequal ; fain to tell Of some new - practis'd game , some new - bought toy : How oft with bliss , which latter ...
5 SONNET I. ** Much * on my early youth I love to dwell , " When by my father's side , a stripling boy , I paced with steps unequal ; fain to tell Of some new - practis'd game , some new - bought toy : How oft with bliss , which latter ...
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SONNET II . Written at MATLOCK . Matlock , as through thy cliff - sprung woods I rove ( Still pausing , while I muse on youth's brief day ; How fast his little raptures fleet away ; How oft his heart , that seat of faithful love , Is ...
SONNET II . Written at MATLOCK . Matlock , as through thy cliff - sprung woods I rove ( Still pausing , while I muse on youth's brief day ; How fast his little raptures fleet away ; How oft his heart , that seat of faithful love , Is ...
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beauty Beelzebub behold Beneath bosom bower breast bright brow busy busy Bee CHARLES LLOYD cheek child clouds cold Cossack cried Crocodile dark dear death delight dream dwell E'en ECLOGUE fair fear feel fire fled flowers gale gentle GEORGE GOODWIN grave green billows Gualberto Halloo hast hath Hatto hear heard heart Heaven hill holy hour house of pride Iceburgs ISAAC King laughing Lewti light limbs lov'd maid MARGARET mark'd mind morn Muse Musquito Nature's never night o'er once pale poor praise pride quoth ROBERT SOUTHEY rose round scene Siberia sigh sleep smile song SONNET sorrow soul spirit stood stream sweet tale tears tell tempest thee thine Thou art thou busy busy thou wert thought thro TRAVELLER twas Twill vale vex'd viperous Race wandering ween whilst wild wind wings winter WOMAN youth
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Էջ 36 - twas a famous victory! "My father lived at Blenheim then, Yon little stream hard by; They burnt his dwelling to the ground, And he was forced to fly ; So with his wife and child he fled, Nor had he where to rest his head.
Էջ 261 - And in at the windows, and in at the door, And through the walls helter-skelter they pour, And down from the ceiling, and up through the floor, From the right and the left, from behind and before, From within and without, from above and below, And all at once to the Bishop they go.
Էջ 34 - IT was a summer evening, Old Kaspar's work was done, And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun, And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine.
Էջ 142 - With sad yet patient soul, through evil and pain And strange calamity ! Ah ! slowly sink Behind the western ridge, thou glorious sun ! Shine in the slant beams, of the sinking orb, Ye purple heath-flowers! richlier burn, ye clouds ! Live in the yellow light, ye distant groves ! And kindle, thou blue ocean !L_So my Friend Struck with deep joy may stand, as I have stood.
Էջ 35 - Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found That was so large and smooth and round. Old Kaspar took it from the boy Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh "Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
Էջ 143 - My gentle-hearted Charles ! when the last rook Beat its straight path along the dusky air Homewards, I blest it...
Էջ 35 - twas all about,' Young Peterkin, he cries; And little Wilhelmine looks up With wonder-waiting eyes; 'Now tell us all about the war, And what they fought each other for.
Էջ 143 - Was richly tinged, and a deep radiance lay Full on the ancient ivy, which usurps Those fronting elms, and now, with blackest mass Makes their dark branches gleam a lighter hue Through the late twilight: and though now the bat Wheels silent by, and not a swallow twitters, Yet still the solitary humble bee Sings in the bean-flower! Henceforth I shall know That Nature ne'er deserts the wise and pure...
Էջ 140 - WELL, they are gone, and here must I remain — This Lime-tree Bower my Prison ! I have lost Beauties and Feelings, such as would have been Most sweet to my remembrance even when Age Had...
Էջ 259 - So then to his palace returned he, And he sate down to supper merrily, And he slept that night like an innocent man, But bishop Hatto never slept again. In the morning as he entered the hall, Where his picture hung against the wall, A sweat like death all over him came, For the rats had eaten it out of the frame. As he look'd, there came a man from his farm. He had a countenance white with alarm, My lord, I opened your granaries this morn, And the rats had eaten all your corn.