The Poetical Works of Winthrop Mackworth Praed, Volume 1Redfield, 1854 - 311 pages |
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... THOUGHT . 268 II . - SIR HARRY WAS FAMED 270 III . - MORNING IS BEAMING 271 IV . MY FIRST WAS DARK 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 ...
... THOUGHT . 268 II . - SIR HARRY WAS FAMED 270 III . - MORNING IS BEAMING 271 IV . MY FIRST WAS DARK 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 ...
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... thought the dragon's pilfered scale Was fairer far than the warrior's mail , And she lifted it up with her weak ... thoughts are glimmering 28 LILLIAN .
... thought the dragon's pilfered scale Was fairer far than the warrior's mail , And she lifted it up with her weak ... thoughts are glimmering 28 LILLIAN .
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Winthrop Mackworth Praed Rufus Wilmot Griswold. As the shades of glamory depart― Strange thoughts are glimmering round her ; Deeper and deeper her cheek is glowing , Quicker and quicker her breath is flowing , And her eye gleams out from ...
Winthrop Mackworth Praed Rufus Wilmot Griswold. As the shades of glamory depart― Strange thoughts are glimmering round her ; Deeper and deeper her cheek is glowing , Quicker and quicker her breath is flowing , And her eye gleams out from ...
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... thought and will , A fair and cherished boy ; Until you felt it pain to part From the wild creations of your art , Until your young and innocent heart Seemed bursting with its joy ? And then , oh then , hath your waking eye Opened in ...
... thought and will , A fair and cherished boy ; Until you felt it pain to part From the wild creations of your art , Until your young and innocent heart Seemed bursting with its joy ? And then , oh then , hath your waking eye Opened in ...
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... 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 path on a summer day . Many a maid had dreams of state , As the Count rode up to her father's gate ...
... 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 path on a summer day . Many a maid had dreams of state , As the Count rode up to her father's gate ...
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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.