The Poetical Works of Winthrop Mackworth PraedH. G. Langley, 1844 - 287 pages |
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... , Many a fierce and fiery lord Did carve the meat , and pour the wine , For all that revelled at his board . Father and son , they were all alike , Firm to endure , and fast to strike ; Little they loved but a Frau or a feast ,
... , Many a fierce and fiery lord Did carve the meat , and pour the wine , For all that revelled at his board . Father and son , they were all alike , Firm to endure , and fast to strike ; Little they loved but a Frau or a feast ,
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... wine , She would sit by the lattice high , And watch the windings of the Rhine With a very wistful eye ; And oft on some rude cliff she stood , Her light harp in her hand , And still as she looked on the gurgling flood , She sang of her ...
... wine , She would sit by the lattice high , And watch the windings of the Rhine With a very wistful eye ; And oft on some rude cliff she stood , Her light harp in her hand , And still as she looked on the gurgling flood , She sang of her ...
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... wine Pleasure sparkles up , And draughts and tales grow long ; But grizzly knights are still and mute , And dames set down the untasted fruit , When the bride takes up her golden lute , And sings her solemn song : " A voice ye hear not ...
... wine Pleasure sparkles up , And draughts and tales grow long ; But grizzly knights are still and mute , And dames set down the untasted fruit , When the bride takes up her golden lute , And sings her solemn song : " A voice ye hear not ...
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... wine , and flight of cork , Stroke of knife , and thrust of cork : But , where'er the board was spread , Grace , I ween , was never said ! Pulling and tugging the fisherman sat ; And the priest THE RED FISHERMAN . 71.
... wine , and flight of cork , Stroke of knife , and thrust of cork : But , where'er the board was spread , Grace , I ween , was never said ! Pulling and tugging the fisherman sat ; And the priest THE RED FISHERMAN . 71.
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... wine That ever was pressed from the Burgundy vine ; There was a perfume of sulphur and nitre , As he came at last to a bishop's mitre ! From top to toe the abbot shook , As the fisherman armed his golden hook ; And awfully were his ...
... wine That ever was pressed from the Burgundy vine ; There was a perfume of sulphur and nitre , As he came at last to a bishop's mitre ! From top to toe the abbot shook , As the fisherman armed his golden hook ; And awfully were his ...
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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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