The Poetical Works of Winthrop Mackworth Praed, Volume 1Redfield, 1854 - 311 pages |
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... HEAD . .... 264 CHARADES : I. THERE WAS A TIME YOUNG ROLAND THOUGHT . 268 II . SIR HARRY WAS FAMED . 270 III . MORNING IS BEAMING 271 IV . MY FIRST WAS DARK O'ER EARTH AND AIR . 272 V .-- COME FROM MY FIRST , AY , COME .. 272 VI . SIR ...
... HEAD . .... 264 CHARADES : I. THERE WAS A TIME YOUNG ROLAND THOUGHT . 268 II . SIR HARRY WAS FAMED . 270 III . MORNING IS BEAMING 271 IV . MY FIRST WAS DARK O'ER EARTH AND AIR . 272 V .-- COME FROM MY FIRST , AY , COME .. 272 VI . SIR ...
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... head , and a body blue , And wings of a warm and delicate hue , Like the glow of a deep carnation : And the terrible tail that lay behind , Reached out so far as it twisted and twined , That a couple of dwarfs , of wondrous strength ...
... head , and a body blue , And wings of a warm and delicate hue , Like the glow of a deep carnation : And the terrible tail that lay behind , Reached out so far as it twisted and twined , That a couple of dwarfs , of wondrous strength ...
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... head like a nut from the tree . No one till now , had found , I trow , Any thing good in the scented youth , Who had taken much pains to be rid of his brains , Before they were sought by the dragon's tooth . He came on the Sheriff of ...
... head like a nut from the tree . No one till now , had found , I trow , Any thing good in the scented youth , Who had taken much pains to be rid of his brains , Before they were sought by the dragon's tooth . He came on the Sheriff of ...
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... head ; The cheek was warm , and the lip was red : And he felt , he felt , as he saw her lie , A hope - which was a mockery . The babe unclosed her eye's pale lid : — Why doth he start from the sight it hid ? He had seen in the dim and ...
... head ; The cheek was warm , and the lip was red : And he felt , he felt , as he saw her lie , A hope - which was a mockery . The babe unclosed her eye's pale lid : — Why doth he start from the sight it hid ? He had seen in the dim and ...
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... head , Till the ridden be maimed in the tail . Hey diddle diddle ! the cat and the fiddle ! None but the lover can read me my riddle ! " How kind art thou , and oh ! how mighty , Cupid ! thou son of Aphrodite ! By thy sole aid in old ...
... head , Till the ridden be maimed in the tail . Hey diddle diddle ! the cat and the fiddle ! None but the lover can read me my riddle ! " How kind art thou , and oh ! how mighty , Cupid ! thou son of Aphrodite ! By thy sole aid in old ...
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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!