The lyre of love [ed. by P.L. Courtier].Charles Whittingham, 1806 |
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... perhaps two or three preliminary observations will not be considered superfluous . Contemporary biography , however restricted as to its limits , is necessarily subject to many diffi- culties . Facts are not always attainable , and ...
... perhaps two or three preliminary observations will not be considered superfluous . Contemporary biography , however restricted as to its limits , is necessarily subject to many diffi- culties . Facts are not always attainable , and ...
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... perhaps , influenced by the example of his father , who had been minister of Ednam , in the presbytery of Kelso , his attention was directed to theological pursuits ; but the ardour of his mind , discovered early in some poeti- cal ...
... perhaps , influenced by the example of his father , who had been minister of Ednam , in the presbytery of Kelso , his attention was directed to theological pursuits ; but the ardour of his mind , discovered early in some poeti- cal ...
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... PERHAPS it is not love ( said I ) That melts my soul , when FLAVIA's nigh ; Where wit and sense like her's agree , One may be pleas'd , and yet be free . The beauties of her polish'd mind , It needs no lover's eyes to find ; The hermit ...
... PERHAPS it is not love ( said I ) That melts my soul , when FLAVIA's nigh ; Where wit and sense like her's agree , One may be pleas'd , and yet be free . The beauties of her polish'd mind , It needs no lover's eyes to find ; The hermit ...
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... perhaps be as fair , And the face of the vallies as fine ; The swains may in manners compare , But their love is not equal to mine . SOLICITUDE . WHY will you my passion reprove ? Why term it a folly to grieve ? Ere I show you the ...
... perhaps be as fair , And the face of the vallies as fine ; The swains may in manners compare , But their love is not equal to mine . SOLICITUDE . WHY will you my passion reprove ? Why term it a folly to grieve ? Ere I show you the ...
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... weep ! Yet do not my folly reprove : She was fair - and my passion begun ; She smil'd - and I could not but love ; She is faithless - and I am undone . Perhaps I was void of all thought : Perhaps it WILLIAM SHENSTONE .
... weep ! Yet do not my folly reprove : She was fair - and my passion begun ; She smil'd - and I could not but love ; She is faithless - and I am undone . Perhaps I was void of all thought : Perhaps it WILLIAM SHENSTONE .
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Էջ 127 - The floating Clouds their state shall .lend To her; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. The Stars of midnight shall be dear To her ; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where Rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Էջ 88 - THOU lingering star, with less'ning ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast...
Էջ 128 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Էջ 87 - Far marked with the courses of clear winding rills! There daily I wander as noon rises high, My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye. How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below, Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow! There oft, as mild evening weeps over the lea, The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me.
Էջ 127 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, 'A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ! This child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. 'Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse ; and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Էջ 128 - Thus Nature spake — The work was done — How soon my Lucy's race was run! She died, and left to me This heath, this calm, and quiet scene; The memory of what has been, And never more will be.
Էջ 89 - O'erhung with wild woods, thick'ning green ; The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twined amorous round the raptured scene ; The flowers sprang wanton to be prest, The birds sang love on every spray — Till too, too soon, the glowing west Proclaim'd the speed of winged day.
Էջ 88 - Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past; Thy image at our last embrace! Ah, little thought we 'twas our last ! Ayr, gurgling, kiss'd his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods...
Էջ 21 - twas a barbarous deed : For he ne'er could be true, she averred, Who could rob a poor bird of its young; And I loved her the more when I heard Such tenderness fall from her tongue.
Էջ 87 - The poor inhabitant below Was quick to learn and wise to know, And keenly felt the friendly glow, And softer flame ; But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain'd his name ! Reader, attend ! whether thy soul Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole, Or darkling grubs this earthly hole, In low pursuit ; Know, prudent, cautious, self-control Is wisdom's root.