The Poems of Winthrop Mackworth Praed, Volume 2W.J. Widdleton, 1865 |
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... friend , Sir Matthew Chase . His snore is loud , his slumber deep , Yet dreams are with him in his sleep , And Fancy's visions oft recall The merry Hunt , and jovial Hall— And oft replace before his sight The bustle of to - morrow's ...
... friend , Sir Matthew Chase . His snore is loud , his slumber deep , Yet dreams are with him in his sleep , And Fancy's visions oft recall The merry Hunt , and jovial Hall— And oft replace before his sight The bustle of to - morrow's ...
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... friend to check or guide , He hurried into fashion's tide , He aped each folly of the throng , Was all by turns , and nothing long ; Through varying tastes and modes he flew , Dress - boxing - racing - dice - Virtu ; Now looking blue in ...
... friend to check or guide , He hurried into fashion's tide , He aped each folly of the throng , Was all by turns , and nothing long ; Through varying tastes and modes he flew , Dress - boxing - racing - dice - Virtu ; Now looking blue in ...
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... friend by turns to saints and sinners , Attending lectures , plays , and dinners , The Commons ' House , and Common Halls , Chapels of Ease , and Tattersall's ; Skilful in fencing and in fist , Blood - critic - jockey - methodist ...
... friend by turns to saints and sinners , Attending lectures , plays , and dinners , The Commons ' House , and Common Halls , Chapels of Ease , and Tattersall's ; Skilful in fencing and in fist , Blood - critic - jockey - methodist ...
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... friend is tied To the fair Hoyden by his side , Who opens , without law or rule , The treasures of the Boarding - school : And she is prating learnedly Of Logic and of Chemistry , Describing chart and definition With geographical ...
... friend is tied To the fair Hoyden by his side , Who opens , without law or rule , The treasures of the Boarding - school : And she is prating learnedly Of Logic and of Chemistry , Describing chart and definition With geographical ...
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... friends and foes ? And does he venturously dare , ' Midst grinning fop , and spiteful fair , In spite of all their ancient slips , To open those unhappy lips ? Poor Reuben ! o'er his infant head Her choicest bounties Nature shed ; She ...
... friends and foes ? And does he venturously dare , ' Midst grinning fop , and spiteful fair , In spite of all their ancient slips , To open those unhappy lips ? Poor Reuben ! o'er his infant head Her choicest bounties Nature shed ; She ...
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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...