The Poems of Winthrop Mackworth Praed, Volume 1E. Moxon & Company, 1864 |
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... flower , ' Twas very wet - ' twas very wrong— But she must rest for half an hour , And listen to another song . Then many a tale did Vidal tell Of warrior's spear , and wizard's spell ; How that Sir Brian le Bleu had been Cup - bearer ...
... flower , ' Twas very wet - ' twas very wrong— But she must rest for half an hour , And listen to another song . Then many a tale did Vidal tell Of warrior's spear , and wizard's spell ; How that Sir Brian le Bleu had been Cup - bearer ...
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... flowers all fade except in rhymes , That maids are seldom shot with arrows , And coaches never drawn by sparrows . And yet , fair cousin , do not deem That all is false which poets tell , Of Passion's first and dearest dream , Of ...
... flowers all fade except in rhymes , That maids are seldom shot with arrows , And coaches never drawn by sparrows . And yet , fair cousin , do not deem That all is false which poets tell , Of Passion's first and dearest dream , Of ...
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... flower , - Believe it all , whate'er you hear Of plighted vow , and treasured token , And hues which only once appear , And words which only once are spoken , And prayers whose natural voice is song , And schemes that die in wild ...
... flower , - Believe it all , whate'er you hear Of plighted vow , and treasured token , And hues which only once appear , And words which only once are spoken , And prayers whose natural voice is song , And schemes that die in wild ...
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... flowers and fruit , Abominably late ; And thrice , the beldames know it well , From out the lattice of her cell , To listen to that murmured measure Of life , and love , and hope , and pleasure , With throbbing heart and eyelid wet ...
... flowers and fruit , Abominably late ; And thrice , the beldames know it well , From out the lattice of her cell , To listen to that murmured measure Of life , and love , and hope , and pleasure , With throbbing heart and eyelid wet ...
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... flower ; And the smiles have faded on Violette's cheek , And the roses have withered in Violette's bower ; But now by the beautiful turf and tide Poor Violette's heart in silence lingers , And the thrilling tears of memory glide Thro ...
... flower ; And the smiles have faded on Violette's cheek , And the roses have withered in Violette's bower ; But now by the beautiful turf and tide Poor Violette's heart in silence lingers , And the thrilling tears of memory glide Thro ...
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beam beauty beneath blessed bliss bower breath bright brow charm cheek cold Count Otto courser dance dark dear DERWENT COLERIDGE Dragon dream earth Eton eyes faded fair Fair Lady fairy fancy father fears flings flowers fond frown gaze grave grief hand hath hear heard heart heaven Helen Henry Nelson Coleridge holy hope hopes and fears John Moultrie King Arthur Knight Lady laugh light lips lonely look Lord Lurley lute maiden Minstrel mirth never o'er pain passion poems Praed Praed's praise prayer rhyme rose round sigh silent Sir Isumbras sleep smile song sorrow soul strange sweet tears tell thee thine thing thou wilt thought throng to-day to-night toil tone Troubadour Twas Vidal voice Walmer Castle wandering weary weep Whate'er whispered wild WILLIAM SIDNEY WALKER WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED young youth
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Page 202 - ... Till thou wilt gather roses white To wear around its gems of light. Smile, Lady, smile ! — I will not see Rivers and Hastings bend the knee, Till those bewitching lips of thine Will bid me rise in bliss from mine. Smile, Lady, smile ! — for who would win A loveless throne through guilt and sin 1 Or who would reign o'er vale and hill, If woman's heart were rebel still...
Page 378 - Now the rite is duly done, Now the word is spoken, And the spell has made us one Which may ne'er be broken; Rest we, dearest, in our home, Roam we o'er the heather: We shall rest, and we shall roam, Shall we not? together. From this hour the summer rose Sweeter breathes to charm us; From this hour the winter snows Lighter fall to harm us: Fair or foul — on land or sea — Come the wind or weather, Best and worst, whate'er they be, We shall share together.
Page 61 - But what to me is form or face ? I do not ask the weary worm To give me back each buried grace Of glistening eyes, or trailing tresses ! I only feel that she is here, And that we meet, and that we part ; And that I drink within mine ear, And that I clasp around my heart, Her sweet still voice, and soft caresses ! " Not in the waking thought by day, Not in the sightless dream by night, Do the mild tones and glances play, Of her who was my cradle's light ! But in some twilight of calm weather, She...
Page 196 - twas not to invoke The Spirit that dwelleth there ; If he opened his lips, the words they spoke Had never the tone of prayer. A pious priest might the Abbot seem, He had swayed the crozier well ; But what was the theme of the Abbot's dream, The Abbot were loth to tell.
Page 321 - Childhood's brow, Was the blue heaven that beamed above him. Old Time, in most appalling wrath, That valley's green repose invaded; The brooks grew dry upon his path, The birds were mute, the lilies faded; But Time so swiftly winged his flight, In haste a Grecian tomb to batter, That Childhood watched his paper kite, And knew just nothing of the matter. With curling lip, and glancing eye, Guilt gazed upon the scene a minute...
Page 322 - Don't interrupt my game; I'll taste it, if I must, to-morrow." The MUSE of Pindus thither came, And wooed him with the softest numbers That ever scattered wealth and fame Upon a youthful poet's slumbers ; Though sweet the music of the lay, To CHILDHOOD it was all a riddle, And " Oh," he cried, " do send away That noisy woman with the fiddle.
Page 322 - Childhood watched his paper kite, And knew just nothing of the matter. With curling lip and glancing eye Guilt gazed upon the scene a minute ; But Childhood's glance of purity Had such a holy spell within it, That the dark demon to the air Spread forth again his baffled pinion, And hid his envy and despair, Self-tortured, in his own dominion.
Page 316 - Watch in the deepest cell Of the foeman's dungeon tower, Till hope's most cherished spell Has lost its cheering power; And sing, while the galling chain On every stiff limb freezes, Of the huntsman hurrying o'er the plain, Of the breath of the mountain breezes.
Page 379 - We shall rest, and we shall roam, Shall we not? together. From this hour the summer rose Sweeter breathes to charm us; From this hour the winter snows Lighter fall to harm us: Fair or foul — on land or sea — Come the wind or weather, Best and worst, whate'er they be, We shall share together. Death, who friend from friend can part, Brother rend from brother, Shall but link us, heart and heart, Closer to each other: We will call his anger play, Deem his dart a feather, When we meet him on our way...