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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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.