The Poetical Works of Winthrop Mackworth PraedH. G. Langley, 1844 - 287 pages |
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... lovers ? are ye brave ? Hear ye this , and seek , and save ! He that would wed the loveliest maid , Must don the stoutest mail , For the rider shall ... lover can read me my riddle ! " How kind art thou , and oh ! how mighty LILLIAN . 27.
... lovers ? are ye brave ? Hear ye this , and seek , and save ! He that would wed the loveliest maid , Must don the stoutest mail , For the rider shall ... lover can read me my riddle ! " How kind art thou , and oh ! how mighty LILLIAN . 27.
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... lover with the loved one greet thee ? The bridegroom with his bride ? Deck the dim couch aright , The bridal couch , to - night . " The nurses to the children say That , as the maiden sang that day , The Rhine to the heights of the ...
... lover with the loved one greet thee ? The bridegroom with his bride ? Deck the dim couch aright , The bridal couch , to - night . " The nurses to the children say That , as the maiden sang that day , The Rhine to the heights of the ...
Page 66
... gay they are with grass and flowers ! But the abbot was thinking of scenery , About as much , in sooth , As a lover thinks of constancy , Or an advocate of truth . He did not mark how the skies in wrath Grew 66 PRAED'S POEMS .
... gay they are with grass and flowers ! But the abbot was thinking of scenery , About as much , in sooth , As a lover thinks of constancy , Or an advocate of truth . He did not mark how the skies in wrath Grew 66 PRAED'S POEMS .
Page 111
... hue on his cheek was high , As woman's when she understands Her first fond lover's sigh ; And desolate very , and very dumb , And rolling his eyes of blue , And rubbing his forehead , and biting his thumb , THE 111 TROUBADOUR .
... hue on his cheek was high , As woman's when she understands Her first fond lover's sigh ; And desolate very , and very dumb , And rolling his eyes of blue , And rubbing his forehead , and biting his thumb , THE 111 TROUBADOUR .
Page 112
... lovers do . Like Queen Titania's darling pet , Or Oberon's wickedest elf , He lay beside a rivulet , And looked beside himself ; And belles full blown , and beaux full drest , Stood there with smirk and smile , And many a finger , and ...
... lovers do . Like Queen Titania's darling pet , Or Oberon's wickedest elf , He lay beside a rivulet , And looked beside himself ; And belles full blown , and beaux full drest , Stood there with smirk and smile , And many a finger , and ...
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Abbess abbot Araminta beauty Beneath bliss blue bowers breath bright brow charm cheek clasp Clotilda cold Count Otto courser dance dark Digore dragon dream earth eyes faded fair Fare thee fat friars father fear flings flowers fond frown gazed glance glow gout grew hair half hand hath heard heart heaven hour John Moultrie kiss lady laughed light Lillian lips locks lonely look Lord lover Lurley lute maid maiden minstrel never night Nonny Nonny nought numbers o'er pain pale passion pray prayer quadrille Rhine rose Rossini rove sigh silent sing Sir Harry Sir Isumbras sleep smile song sorrow soul spell steed sweet tail talked tears tell thine thou thought to-day to-night tone tree Troubadour Twas unconscious sleep Vidal voice wake waking eye wander weary ween weep whispered wild wine WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED young youth
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Page 168 - 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 183 - Fly not yet" — upon the river; Some jealousy of some one's heir, Some hopes of dying broken-hearted, A miniature, a lock of hair, The usual vows,- — and then we parted. We parted; months and years...
Page 181 - Through sunny May, through sultry June, I loved her with a love eternal ; I spoke her praises to the moon, I wrote them to the Sunday Journal...
Page 167 - THE VICAR. Some years ago, ere time and taste 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 clean-clipt rows of box and myrtle ; And Don and Sancho, Tramp and Tray, Upon the parlour steps...
Page 183 - She smiled on many just for fun, — I knew that there was nothing in it; I was the first, — the only one, Her heart had thought of for a minute. I knew it; for she told me so, In phrase which was divinely moulded; She wrote a charming hand, — and oh!
Page 180 - And then she danced, — oh, heaven, her dancing! Dark was her hair, her hand was white; Her voice was exquisitely tender; Her eyes were full of liquid light; I never saw a waist so slender; Her every look, her every smile, Shot right and left a score of arrows; I thought 'twas Venus from her isle, And wondered where she'd left her sparrows.
Page 212 - 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 168 - And warmed himself in court or college, He had not gained an honest friend, And twenty curious scraps of knowledge ;— If he departed as he came, With no new light on love or liquor,^ Good sooth, the traveller was to blame, And not the Vicarage, or the Yicar.
Page 68 - In a monstrous fright, by the murky light, He looked to the left, and he looked to the right. And what was the vision close before him, That flung such a sudden stupor o'er him?
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