The Poetical Works of Winthrop Mackworth Praed, Volume 1Redfield, 1854 - 311 pages |
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... HOPE AND LOVE ..... 153 PRIVATE THEATRICALS . 156 ALEXANDER AND DIOGENES . 159 UTOPIA 162 PALINODIA 166 SCHOOL AND SCHOOL - FELLOWS .. 170 TO A LADY .... . 173 CONFESSIONS .. - 178 A LETTER OF ADVICE ... 182 OUR BALL .... 185 MY PARTNER ...
... HOPE AND LOVE ..... 153 PRIVATE THEATRICALS . 156 ALEXANDER AND DIOGENES . 159 UTOPIA 162 PALINODIA 166 SCHOOL AND SCHOOL - FELLOWS .. 170 TO A LADY .... . 173 CONFESSIONS .. - 178 A LETTER OF ADVICE ... 182 OUR BALL .... 185 MY PARTNER ...
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... hope was fading ; And this she had done in a love of fun , And a love of masquerading . She lay that night in a sunny vale , And the yeoman found her sleeping ; Fiercely he smote her glittering tail , But oh ! his courage began to fail ...
... hope was fading ; And this she had done in a love of fun , And a love of masquerading . She lay that night in a sunny vale , And the yeoman found her sleeping ; Fiercely he smote her glittering tail , But oh ! his courage began to fail ...
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... 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 fitful ray , That the light of the soul hath gone away ! Sigh nor prayer he uttered there , In ...
... 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 fitful ray , That the light of the soul hath gone away ! Sigh nor prayer he uttered there , In ...
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... hope to cure , By the tinkling rivulets , ever pure , By the glowing sun , and fragrant gale , His wounded honor and wounded tail ! He hied him away to the perfumed spot : The little dwarfs clung - where the tail was not ! The damsel ...
... hope to cure , By the tinkling rivulets , ever pure , By the glowing sun , and fragrant gale , His wounded honor and wounded tail ! He hied him away to the perfumed spot : The little dwarfs clung - where the tail was not ! The damsel ...
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... hope and dread ! And soon she grasped the learned lore The old gray pedant taught , And turned from the volume to explore The hidden mine of thought . Alas ! her bliss was not the same As it was in other years , For with new knowledge ...
... hope and dread ! And soon she grasped the learned lore The old gray pedant taught , And turned from the volume to explore The hidden mine of thought . Alas ! her bliss was not the same As it was in other years , For with new knowledge ...
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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
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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!