Anthologia oxoniensisWilliam Linwood impensis Longman, Brown, Green, et Longman, 1846 - 306 էջ |
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William Linwood. Believe me if all those endearing young Elegant Extracts Elegy on the Death of an unfortunate Lady Pope 84 R. R. W.L. Lines engraved on the Collar of a. XXVIII . B. XXIX . G. XXX . W. B.J. XXXI . B. XXXII . G. * XXXIII ...
William Linwood. Believe me if all those endearing young Elegant Extracts Elegy on the Death of an unfortunate Lady Pope 84 R. R. W.L. Lines engraved on the Collar of a. XXVIII . B. XXIX . G. XXX . W. B.J. XXXI . B. XXXII . G. * XXXIII ...
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... Death in Battle and on a Sick- Bed - 196 V. བ W.H. Ad Juliam lacrymantem . 197 VI . B. Naufragus . 198 VII . W. In Nonas Novembres 199 VIII . B. Iri Fastus 201 IX . W. X. W. Pudor XI . B. Lines on the Tomb of Miss Brougham . Collegium S ...
... Death in Battle and on a Sick- Bed - 196 V. བ W.H. Ad Juliam lacrymantem . 197 VI . B. Naufragus . 198 VII . W. In Nonas Novembres 199 VIII . B. Iri Fastus 201 IX . W. X. W. Pudor XI . B. Lines on the Tomb of Miss Brougham . Collegium S ...
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... death were near , Thy song could make my soul forget - Nay , nay , in pity dry that tear , All may be well , be happy yet . Let me but see that snowy arm Once more upon the dear harp lie ; And I will cease to dream of harm , Will smile ...
... death were near , Thy song could make my soul forget - Nay , nay , in pity dry that tear , All may be well , be happy yet . Let me but see that snowy arm Once more upon the dear harp lie ; And I will cease to dream of harm , Will smile ...
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... you engage my heart . So restless exiles , doomed to roam , Meet pity everywhere ; Yet languish for their native home , Though death attends them there ! XI . Ad Florellam . QUID mea rapta tuæ dulcedine 22 22 ANTHOLOGIA OXONIENSIS .
... you engage my heart . So restless exiles , doomed to roam , Meet pity everywhere ; Yet languish for their native home , Though death attends them there ! XI . Ad Florellam . QUID mea rapta tuæ dulcedine 22 22 ANTHOLOGIA OXONIENSIS .
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William Linwood. XXIII . Song . COME away , come away , death , And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away , fly away , breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid . My shroud of white , stuck all with O , prepare it ; My part of death ...
William Linwood. XXIII . Song . COME away , come away , death , And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away , fly away , breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid . My shroud of white , stuck all with O , prepare it ; My part of death ...
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Էջ 44 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown...
Էջ 96 - O, then, I see, Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her wagon-spokes made of long spinners...
Էջ 46 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Էջ 32 - 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 128 - Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage...
Էջ 48 - As bees In spring-time, when the Sun with Taurus rides, Pour forth their populous youth about the hive In clusters; they among fresh dews and flowers Fly to and fro, or on the smoothed plank, The suburb of their straw-built citadel, New rubbed with balm, expatiate, and confer Their state affairs: so thick the aery crowd Swarmed and were straitened; till, the signal given, Behold a wonder!
Էջ 164 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
Էջ 64 - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove; But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No...
Էջ 52 - Like fairy-gifts fading away, Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art, Let thy loveliness fade as it will. And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart Would entwine itself verdantly still.
Էջ 72 - The Sun's eye had a sickly glare, The Earth with age was wan, The skeletons of nations were Around that lonely man ! Some had expired in fight, — the brands Still rusted in their bony hands; In plague and famine some...