The Poems of Winthrop Mackworth PraedHoughton Mifflin Company, 1909 - 242 pages |
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... mirth and laughter : For in my heart's most secret cell There had been many other lodgers ; And she was not the ball - room's Belle , But only - Mrs . Something Rogers ! EVERY - DAY CHARACTERS IV MY PARTNER There is , 20 EVERY - DAY ...
... mirth and laughter : For in my heart's most secret cell There had been many other lodgers ; And she was not the ball - room's Belle , But only - Mrs . Something Rogers ! EVERY - DAY CHARACTERS IV MY PARTNER There is , 20 EVERY - DAY ...
Page 38
... mirth and spleen ; By turns the gay and vain appear ; By turns I love to smile and sneer , Mixing my malice with my glee , Good humour with misanthropy ; And while my raptured eyes adore Half the bright forms that flit before , I notice ...
... mirth and spleen ; By turns the gay and vain appear ; By turns I love to smile and sneer , Mixing my malice with my glee , Good humour with misanthropy ; And while my raptured eyes adore Half the bright forms that flit before , I notice ...
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... mirth it raises ? Skilled to deceive our ears and eyes By civil looks and civil lies , Skilled from the search of men to hide His narrow bosom's inward pride , And charm the blockheads he beguiles By uniformity of smiles , The County ...
... mirth it raises ? Skilled to deceive our ears and eyes By civil looks and civil lies , Skilled from the search of men to hide His narrow bosom's inward pride , And charm the blockheads he beguiles By uniformity of smiles , The County ...
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... Mirth ; There is not on this nether earth So light a spirit , nor a soul So little used to all control . Frolic and fun and jest and glee Burst round him unremittingly , And in the glances of his eyes Ever his heart's good humour flies ...
... Mirth ; There is not on this nether earth So light a spirit , nor a soul So little used to all control . Frolic and fun and jest and glee Burst round him unremittingly , And in the glances of his eyes Ever his heart's good humour flies ...
Page 59
... sage austere , And Locke and Paley both are there ; And Newton , with a spiteful hiss , Points to his " De Principiis . ” Yet often with his magic wand Doth Mirth dispel that hideous band ; And then in 59 THE COUNTY BALL.
... sage austere , And Locke and Paley both are there ; And Newton , with a spiteful hiss , Points to his " De Principiis . ” Yet often with his magic wand Doth Mirth dispel that hideous band ; And then in 59 THE COUNTY BALL.
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Page 20 - Our love was like most other loves — A little glow, a little shiver, A rosebud and a pair of gloves, And " Fly Not Yet " upon the river ; Some jealousy of some one's heir, Some hopes of dying broken-hearted, A miniature, a lock of hair, The usual vows ; and then we parted.
Page 7 - 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 17 - Little. Through sunny May, through sultry June, I loved her with a love eternal ; I spoke her praises to the moon, I wrote them to the Sunday Journal.
Page 6 - And nothings for Sylvanus Urban. He did not think all mischief fair, Although he had a knack of joking ; He did not make himself a bear, Although he had a taste for smoking ; And when religious...
Page 4 - Uprose the Reverend Dr. Brown, Uprose the Doctor's winsome marrow ; The lady laid her knitting down, Her husband clasped his ponderous Barrow ; Whate'er the stranger's caste or creed, Pundit or Papist, saint or sinner, He found a stable for his steed, And welcome for himself, and dinner. If, when he...
Page 154 - Walk — To shiver in the lobby ; I wish that I could run away From house, and court, and levee, Where bearded men appear to-day, Just Eton boys, grown heavy...
Page 230 - The trees and the herbs that round it grew Were venomous and foul, And the birds that through the bushes flew Were the vulture and the owl; The water was as dark and rank As ever a company pumped, And the perch, that was netted and laid on the bank, Grew rotten while it jumped; And bold was he who thither came At midnight, man or boy, For the place was cursed with an evil name, And that name was The Devil's Decoy!
Page 120 - No!' If he speaks of a tax or a duty, If he does not look grand on his knees, If he's blind to a landscape of beauty, Hills, valleys, rocks, waters, and trees, If he dotes not on desolate towers, If he likes not to hear the blast blow, If he knows not the language of flowers, My own Araminta, say 'No...
Page 29 - You'll be forgotten — as old de"bts By persons who are used to borrow ; Forgotten — as the sun that sets, When shines a new one on the morrow ; Forgotten — like the luscious peach, That blessed the school-boy last September ; Forgotten — like a maiden speech, Which all men praise, but none remember.
Page 117 - Taught us both how to sing and to speak, And we loved one another with passion, Before we had been there a week : You gave me a ring for a token ; I wear it wherever I go ; I gave you a chain,— is it broken ? My own Araminta, say "No!