The Poetical Works of Winthrop Mackworth Praed, Volume 1Redfield, 1854 - 311 pages |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 57
Page v
... fairs were his schoolfellows . With Moultrie he set up The Etonian , one of the cleverest and most spirited undergraduate magazines ever sent from a college . To this he was the largest contributor , and its success was so great that it ...
... fairs were his schoolfellows . With Moultrie he set up The Etonian , one of the cleverest and most spirited undergraduate magazines ever sent from a college . To this he was the largest contributor , and its success was so great that it ...
Page vi
... Fair children and a loved and loving wife . II . So sang I all unwitting of the prize , Which thou meanwhile hadst won and wearest now , The fairest garland that enwreathes thy brow , Crowned though it be for youth's rich phantasies And ...
... Fair children and a loved and loving wife . II . So sang I all unwitting of the prize , Which thou meanwhile hadst won and wearest now , The fairest garland that enwreathes thy brow , Crowned though it be for youth's rich phantasies And ...
Page 29
... fair . Never before , on this warm land , Came Love and Reason hand in hand . When you are blest , in childhood's years With the brightest hopes and the lightest fears , Have you not wandered in your dream , Where a greener glow was on ...
... fair . Never before , on this warm land , Came Love and Reason hand in hand . When you are blest , in childhood's years With the brightest hopes and the lightest fears , Have you not wandered in your dream , Where a greener glow was on ...
Page 30
... fair and cherished boy ; Until you felt it pain to part From the wild creations of your art , Until your young and innocent heart Seemed bursting with its joy ? And then , oh then , hath your waking eye Opened in all its ecstacy , And ...
... fair and cherished boy ; Until you felt it pain to part From the wild creations of your art , Until your young and innocent heart Seemed bursting with its joy ? And then , oh then , hath your waking eye Opened in all its ecstacy , And ...
Page 34
... Lurley ! " Angels of grace ! does the young Count dream ? " Lurley ! Lurley ! " Or is the scene indeed so fair That a nymph of the sea or a nymph of the air Has left the home of her own delight , To 34 THE BRIDAL OF BELMONT .
... Lurley ! " Angels of grace ! does the young Count dream ? " Lurley ! Lurley ! " Or is the scene indeed so fair That a nymph of the sea or a nymph of the air Has left the home of her own delight , To 34 THE BRIDAL OF BELMONT .
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
Abbess abbot Athens AUSTRALASIA beauty beneath bliss blue bower breath bright brow charm cheek clasp cold Count Otto courser dance dark Digore dragon dream earth eyes faded fair falchion fame fat friars father fear flings flowers fond frown Fustian Hall gaze glance glow gout grave grief hair hand hath hear heard heart heaven hope hour John Moultrie kneeled lady laugh light lips lonely look Lord lover Lurley lute maid maiden minstrel Muse never night Nonny numbers o'er pain pale passion Peyrouse pray prayer quadrille rock rose sigh silent sing Sir Isumbras sleep smile song sorrow soul spear spell sweet talked tears tell thee thine thou thought to-day to-night toil tone TRINITY COLLEGE Troubadour Twas Vidal voice waking eye wander wave weary ween weep wild WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED young youth
Popular passages
Page 132 - His talk was like a stream which runs With rapid change from rocks to roses; It slipped from politics to puns; It passed from Mahomet to Moses; Beginning with the laws which keep The planets in their radiant courses, And ending with some precept deep For dressing eels or shoeing horses.
Page 134 - 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. Sit in the Vicar's seat: you'll hear The doctrine of a gentle Johnian, Whose hand is white, whose tone is clear, Whose phrase is very Ciceronian. Where is the old man laid? Look down, And construe on the slab before you, Hie jacet GVLIELMVS BROWN, Vir nulla non donandus lauru.
Page 142 - — 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. We parted ; months and years...
Page 134 - 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 140 - Of daggers or of dancing bears, Of battles or the last new bonnets. By candle-light, at twelve o'clock — To me it mattered not a tittle : If those bright lips had quoted Locke, I might have thought they murmured Little.
Page 183 - No!" He must walk like a god of old story, Come down from the home of his rest; He must smile like the sun in his glory, On the buds he loves ever the best ; And, oh ! from its ivory portal, Like music his soft speech must flow ! — If he speak, smile, or walk like a mortal, My own Araminta, say "No!
Page 142 - 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.
Page 207 - The Knight is all alone, his steel cap cleft in twain, His good buff jerkin crimsoned o'er with many a • gory stain ; Yet still he waves the standard, and cries amid the rout, "For Church and King, fair gentlemen, spur on and fight it out...
Page 134 - 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 141 - Grew lovelier from her pencil's shading; She botanized ; I envied each Young blossom in her boudoir fading; She warbled Handel ; it was grand — She made the Catalan!