The Poetical Works of Winthrop Mackworth Praed, Volume 1Redfield, 1854 - 311 pages |
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... beauty melt Into the heart's recess , Seen by the soul , and seen by the mind , But indistinct its loveliness , Adored , and not defined ; A bright creation , a shadowy ray , Fading and flitting in mist away , Nothing to gaze on , and ...
... beauty melt Into the heart's recess , Seen by the soul , and seen by the mind , But indistinct its loveliness , Adored , and not defined ; A bright creation , a shadowy ray , Fading and flitting in mist away , Nothing to gaze on , and ...
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... beauty blazed ; As a knight should hear Count Otto heard , When Liba sang like a forest bird- But he thought , I trow , about as long Of Bertha's beauty and Liba's song , As the sun may think of the clouds that play O'er his radiant ...
... beauty blazed ; As a knight should hear Count Otto heard , When Liba sang like a forest bird- But he thought , I trow , about as long Of Bertha's beauty and Liba's song , As the sun may think of the clouds that play O'er his radiant ...
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... beauty ; And if my Lord , as usual , raves About the sugar or the slaves , Predicts the nation's future glories , And chants the requiem of the Tories , Good man ! she minds him just as much As Marshal Gerard minds the Dutch . Hid was ...
... beauty ; And if my Lord , as usual , raves About the sugar or the slaves , Predicts the nation's future glories , And chants the requiem of the Tories , Good man ! she minds him just as much As Marshal Gerard minds the Dutch . Hid was ...
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... The youth himself had special pride In breaking horses for his bride ; And his old tutor , Doctor Hermann , Was brought from Bonn to teach her German . And there in her beauty and her grace The wayward 40 THE BRIDAL OF BELMONT .
... The youth himself had special pride In breaking horses for his bride ; And his old tutor , Doctor Hermann , Was brought from Bonn to teach her German . And there in her beauty and her grace The wayward 40 THE BRIDAL OF BELMONT .
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Winthrop Mackworth Praed Rufus Wilmot Griswold. And there in her beauty and her grace The wayward maiden grew ; And every day , of her form or face Some charm seemed fresh and new ; Over her cold and colorless cheek The blush of the rose ...
Winthrop Mackworth Praed Rufus Wilmot Griswold. And there in her beauty and her grace The wayward maiden grew ; And every day , of her form or face Some charm seemed fresh and new ; Over her cold and colorless cheek The blush of the rose ...
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Abbess abbot Athens 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 kiss kneeled lady laugh light lips lonely look Lord lover Lurley lute maid maiden minstrel Muse never night Nonny numbers nymph o'er pain pale passion Peyrouse pray prayer quadrille rock rose sigh silent sing Sir Isumbras sleep smile song sorrow soul 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 - 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 182 - No!' If he wears a top-boot in his wooing, If he comes to you riding a cob, If he talks of his baking or brewing, If he puts up his feet on the hob, If he ever drinks port after dinner, If his brow or his breeding is low, If he calls himself 'Thompson' or 'Skinner', My own Araminta, say 'No!
Page 184 - 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 183 - If he does not call Werther delicious;— My own Araminta, say 'No!' If he ever sets foot in the City Among the stockbrokers and Jews, If he has not a heart full of pity, If he don't stand six feet in his shoes, If his lips are not redder than roses, If his hands are not whiter than snow, If he has not the model of noses— My own Araminta, say 'No!
Page 140 - My father frowned; but how should gout See any happiness in kneeling? She was the daughter of a dean, Rich, fat, and rather apoplectic; She had one brother just thirteen, Whose color was extremely hectic; Her grandmother, for many a year, Had fed the parish with her bounty; Her second cousin was a peer, And lord-lieutenant of the county.
Page 209 - I'll make a shift to drain it, ere I part with boot and buff; Though Guy through many a gaping wound is breathing out his life, And I come to thee a landless man, my fond and faithful wife! " Sweet! we will fill our money-bags, and freight a ship for France, And mourn in merry Paris for this poor...
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...
Page 131 - Had turned our parish topsy-turvy, When Darnel Park was Darnel Waste, And roads as little known as scurvy, The man who lost his way, between St. Mary's Hill and Sandy Thicket, Was always shown across the green, And guided to the Parson's wicket. Back flew the bolt of lissom lath; Fair Margaret, in her tidy kirtle, Led the lorn traveller up the path, Through...
Page 54 - As he took forth a bait from his iron box. It was a bundle of beautiful things, A peacock's tail, and a butterfly's wings, A scarlet slipper, an auburn curl, A mantle of silk, and a bracelet of pearl, And a packet of letters, from whose sweet fold Such a stream of delicate odours rolled, That the abbot fell on his face, and fainted, And deemed his spirit was half-way sainted.