The Poems of Winthrop Mackworth Praed, Volume 2W.J. Widdleton, 1865 |
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... LAURA 65 THE CONFESSION OF DON CARLOS 75 THE BACHELOR 79 MARRIAGE 90 HOW TO RHYME FOR LOVE CHANGING QUARTERS REMINISCENCES OF MY YOUTH SURLY HALL 93 97 104 112 VALE ! 128 PART II . EVERY - DAY CHARACTERS . I. THE VICAR 66 แ II . QUINCE ...
... LAURA 65 THE CONFESSION OF DON CARLOS 75 THE BACHELOR 79 MARRIAGE 90 HOW TO RHYME FOR LOVE CHANGING QUARTERS REMINISCENCES OF MY YOUTH SURLY HALL 93 97 104 112 VALE ! 128 PART II . EVERY - DAY CHARACTERS . I. THE VICAR 66 แ II . QUINCE ...
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... Laura's look of fond desire . Poor Theodore ! if valiant breast , And open heart , and song , and jest , And laughing lip , and auburn hair , And vow sent up by lady fair , Can save a youthful warrior's life , — Thou fall'st not in to ...
... Laura's look of fond desire . Poor Theodore ! if valiant breast , And open heart , and song , and jest , And laughing lip , and auburn hair , And vow sent up by lady fair , Can save a youthful warrior's life , — Thou fall'st not in to ...
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... Laura's wreath , and Fannie's feather ; - All which obedient Edmund hears , With passive look , and open ears , And understands about as much As if the lady spoke in Dutch ; Until , in indignation high , She finds the youth makes no ...
... Laura's wreath , and Fannie's feather ; - All which obedient Edmund hears , With passive look , and open ears , And understands about as much As if the lady spoke in Dutch ; Until , in indignation high , She finds the youth makes no ...
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... thine , Julia ! thou art no friend of mine ! I love plain dress - I eat plain joints , I cannot play ten guinea points , I make no study of a pin , And hate a female whipper - in . LAURA . " For she in shape and beauty did 64 то JULIA .
... thine , Julia ! thou art no friend of mine ! I love plain dress - I eat plain joints , I cannot play ten guinea points , I make no study of a pin , And hate a female whipper - in . LAURA . " For she in shape and beauty did 64 то JULIA .
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Winthrop Mackworth Praed Derwent Coleridge. LAURA . " For she in shape and beauty did excel All other idols that the heathen do adore . " " And all about her altar scatter'd lay Great sorts of lovers piteously complaining . " A look ...
Winthrop Mackworth Praed Derwent Coleridge. LAURA . " For she in shape and beauty did excel All other idols that the heathen do adore . " " And all about her altar scatter'd lay Great sorts of lovers piteously complaining . " A look ...
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Page 328 - They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds: Your heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom in their dust.
Page 148 - She smiled on many just for fun ; I knew that there was nothing in it ; I was the first — the only — one Her heart had thought of for a minute : I knew it, for she told me so In phrase which was divinely moulded. She wrote a charming hand, and oh How sweetly all her notes were folded I Our love was like most other loves — A little glow, a little shiver, A rosebud and a pair of gloves, And
Page 140 - Alack, the change! In vain I look For haunts in which my boyhood trifled; The level lawn, the trickling brook, The trees I climbed, the beds I rifled. The church is larger than before, You reach it by a carriage entry: It holds three hundred people more, And pews are fitted up for gentry.
Page 147 - Grew lovelier from her pencil's shading : She botanized; I envied each Young blossom in her boudoir fading : She warbled...
Page 146 - Heaven, her dancing ! Dark was her hair, her hand was white ; Her voice was exquisitely tender ; Her eyes were full of liquid light ; I never saw a waist so slender ! Her every look, her every smile, Shot right and left a score of arrows ; I thought 'twas Venus from her isle, And wondered where she'd left her sparrows.
Page 140 - And he was kind, and loved to sit In the low hut or garnished cottage, And praise the farmer's homely wit, And share the widow's homelier pottage: At his approach complaint grew mild; And when his hand unbarred the shutter, The clammy lips of fever smiled The welcome which they could not utter.
Page 196 - When I heard I was going abroad, love, I thought I was going to die; We walked arm in arm to the road, love, We looked arm in arm to the sky; And I said ' When a foreign postilion Has hurried me off to the Po, Forget not Medora Trevilian : My own Araminta, say
Page 226 - Pursuing every idle dream, And shunning every warning; With no hard work but Bovney stream, No chill except Long Morning: Now stopping Harry Vernon's ball That rattled like a rocket; Now hearing Wentworth's 'Fourteen all!' And striking for the pocket; Now feasting on a cheese and flitch, — Now drinking from the pewter; Now leaping over Chalvey ditch, Now laughing at my tutor. Where are my friends? I am alone; No playmate shares my beaker: Some...
Page 137 - SOME years ago, ere Time and Taste Had turned our parish topsy-turvy, When Darnel Park was Darnel Waste, And roads as little known as scurvy, The man who lost his way between St. Mary's Hill and Sandy Thicket, Was always shown across the Green, And guided to the Parson's wicket. Back flew the bolt of lissom lath ; Fair Margaret in her tidy kirtle, Led the lorn traveller up the path, Through...
Page 226 - Where are my friends? I am alone; No playmate shares my beaker: Some lie beneath the churchyard stone, And some — before the Speaker; And some compose a tragedy, And some compose a rondo; And some draw sword for Liberty, And some draw pleas for John Doe. Tom Mill was used to blacken eyes Without the fear of sessions; Charles...