The Poetical Works of Winthrop Mackworth Praed, Volume 1Redfield, 1854 - 311 pages |
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... 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 Hereford , As he sat him down to his Sunday dinner ; And the Sheriff he spoke ...
... 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 Hereford , As he sat him down to his Sunday dinner ; And the Sheriff he spoke ...
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... things ! ' So Sir Launcelot averred ; But surely Sir Launcelot never heard Nonny Nonny ! the natural bird ! " The dragon he lay in mute amaze , Till something of kindness crept into his gaze ; He drew the flames of his nostrils in , He ...
... things ! ' So Sir Launcelot averred ; But surely Sir Launcelot never heard Nonny Nonny ! the natural bird ! " The dragon he lay in mute amaze , Till something of kindness crept into his gaze ; He drew the flames of his nostrils in , He ...
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... things , When Sorrow checks her idle sighs , And care shuts fast her wearied eyes ; The splendor of the hues that played Fantastical o'er hill and glade , As verdant slope and barren cliff Seemed darting by the tiny skiff ; The flowers ...
... things , When Sorrow checks her idle sighs , And care shuts fast her wearied eyes ; The splendor of the hues that played Fantastical o'er hill and glade , As verdant slope and barren cliff Seemed darting by the tiny skiff ; The flowers ...
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... thing by half Than such a senseless , soulless laugh . Around the tower the elfin crew Seemed shouting in mirthful concert too ; And echoed roof , and trembled rafter , With that unsentimental laughter . As soon as that droll tumult ...
... thing by half Than such a senseless , soulless laugh . Around the tower the elfin crew Seemed shouting in mirthful concert too ; And echoed roof , and trembled rafter , With that unsentimental laughter . As soon as that droll tumult ...
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... things she uttered like did seem To the babbling waves of a limpid stream ; For the words of her speech , if words they might be , Were the words of a speech of a far countrie ; And when she had said them o'er and o'er , Count Otto ...
... things she uttered like did seem To the babbling waves of a limpid stream ; For the words of her speech , if words they might be , Were the words of a speech of a far countrie ; And when she had said them o'er and o'er , Count Otto ...
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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.