The Poems of Winthrop Mackworth Praed, Volume 2W.J. Widdleton, 1865 |
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... bright on helm and shield ; But there are many on that plain That shall not see her light again ; She looks serene on countless bands Of mailed breasts and steel - bound hands ; And shows a thousand faces there Of courage high , and ...
... bright on helm and shield ; But there are many on that plain That shall not see her light again ; She looks serene on countless bands Of mailed breasts and steel - bound hands ; And shows a thousand faces there Of courage high , and ...
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... bright point of steel , Or made his father's helmet ring With beating up- " God save the King . " Those hours of youthful glee are fled ; The thin grey hairs are on his head ; Of youth's hot current nought remains Within the ancient ...
... bright point of steel , Or made his father's helmet ring With beating up- " God save the King . " Those hours of youthful glee are fled ; The thin grey hairs are on his head ; Of youth's hot current nought remains Within the ancient ...
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... bright blue eye , And heard thy voice of melody , And felt thy timid , mild caress , I was all hope - all joyousness ! We parted — and the morrow's sun— Oh God ! my bliss was past and done ; The lover's hope , the husband's vow , Where ...
... bright blue eye , And heard thy voice of melody , And felt thy timid , mild caress , I was all hope - all joyousness ! We parted — and the morrow's sun— Oh God ! my bliss was past and done ; The lover's hope , the husband's vow , Where ...
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... Green be the laurel - bright the meed , Of those that shine in martial deed ! Short be the pang - swift pass the breath Of those that die a Soldier's death ! THE COUNTY BALL . " Busy people , great and 26 THE EVE OF BATTLE .
... Green be the laurel - bright the meed , Of those that shine in martial deed ! Short be the pang - swift pass the breath Of those that die a Soldier's death ! THE COUNTY BALL . " Busy people , great and 26 THE EVE OF BATTLE .
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... bright , unfading blush ; And slender arms before my face Are rounded with a Statue's grace ; And ringlets wave , and beauteous feet Swifter than lightning part and meet ; Frowns come and go ; white hands are pressed , And sighs are ...
... bright , unfading blush ; And slender arms before my face Are rounded with a Statue's grace ; And ringlets wave , and beauteous feet Swifter than lightning part and meet ; Frowns come and go ; white hands are pressed , And sighs are ...
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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...