The Poetical Works of Winthrop Mackworth Praed, Volume 1Redfield, 1854 - 311 pages |
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... O'ER EARTH AND AIR . 272 V. - COME FROM MY FIRST , AY , COMÈ ... 272 VI . SIR HILARY CHARGED AT AGINCOURT . 273 VII . HE TALKED OF DAGGERS AND OF DARTS ..... 274 VIII . - MY FIRST CAME FORTH IN BOOTED STATE ... 275 IX . - I GRACED DON ...
... O'ER EARTH AND AIR . 272 V. - COME FROM MY FIRST , AY , COMÈ ... 272 VI . SIR HILARY CHARGED AT AGINCOURT . 273 VII . HE TALKED OF DAGGERS AND OF DARTS ..... 274 VIII . - MY FIRST CAME FORTH IN BOOTED STATE ... 275 IX . - I GRACED DON ...
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... o'er Cynthia's window flits , Or raillery of twenty wits On a fool's unshrinking ear . In many a battle the beast had been , Many a blow he had felt and given : Sir Digore came with a menacing mien , But he sent Sir Digore straight to ...
... o'er Cynthia's window flits , Or raillery of twenty wits On a fool's unshrinking ear . In many a battle the beast had been , Many a blow he had felt and given : Sir Digore came with a menacing mien , But he sent Sir Digore straight to ...
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... o'er , Gayer than ever they gleamed before . She had won his heart , while she charmed his ear , And Lillian smiled , and knew no fear . And see , she mounts between his wings ; ( Never a queen had a gaudier throne , ) And faery - like ...
... o'er , Gayer than ever they gleamed before . She had won his heart , while she charmed his ear , And Lillian smiled , and knew no fear . And see , she mounts between his wings ; ( Never a queen had a gaudier throne , ) And faery - like ...
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... o'er you , The loved and loving one that bore you , Giving her own , her fond caress , And looking her eloquent tenderness ? Was it not heaven to fly from the scene Where the heart in the vision of night had been , And drink , in one o ...
... o'er you , The loved and loving one that bore you , Giving her own , her fond caress , And looking her eloquent tenderness ? Was it not heaven to fly from the scene Where the heart in the vision of night had been , And drink , in one o ...
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... O'er his radiant path on a summer day . Many a maid had dreams of state , As the Count rode up to her father's gate ; Many a maid shed tears of pain , As the count rode back to his Tower again ; But little he cared , as it should seem ...
... O'er his radiant path on a summer day . Many a maid had dreams of state , As the Count rode up to her father's gate ; Many a maid shed tears of pain , As the count rode back to his Tower again ; But little he cared , as it should seem ...
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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.