The Poems of Winthrop Mackworth Praed, Volume 2E. Moxon & Company, 1864 - 390 pages |
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... Green be the laurel , bright the meed , Of those that shine in martial deed : Short be the pang , swift pass the breath , Of those that die a soldier's death ! THE COUNTY BALL . " Busy people , great and c 2 THE EVE OF BATTLE . 19.
... Green be the laurel , bright the meed , Of those that shine in martial deed : Short be the pang , swift pass the breath , Of those that die a soldier's death ! THE COUNTY BALL . " Busy people , great and c 2 THE EVE OF BATTLE . 19.
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... breath Life wears the pallid hue of death . Avaunt ! I shake thee from me , Care ! The gay , the youthful , and the fair , From Lodge , and Court , and House , and Hall , Are hurrying to the County Ball . Avaunt ! I tread on haunted ...
... breath Life wears the pallid hue of death . Avaunt ! I shake thee from me , Care ! The gay , the youthful , and the fair , From Lodge , and Court , and House , and Hall , Are hurrying to the County Ball . Avaunt ! I tread on haunted ...
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... breath shall fleet in groans away , When comfort shall be vainly sought , And doubt shall be in every thought , When words shall fail th ' unuttered vow And fever heat the burning brow , When the dim eye shall gaze , and fear To close ...
... breath shall fleet in groans away , When comfort shall be vainly sought , And doubt shall be in every thought , When words shall fail th ' unuttered vow And fever heat the burning brow , When the dim eye shall gaze , and fear To close ...
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... breath , And count the tardy steps of death ; Grudging the leech his growing bill , And wrapt in dreams about the will . I'll have no Furies round my bed ! - They shall not plague me - till I'm dead ! Believe me ! ill my dust would rest ...
... breath , And count the tardy steps of death ; Grudging the leech his growing bill , And wrapt in dreams about the will . I'll have no Furies round my bed ! - They shall not plague me - till I'm dead ! Believe me ! ill my dust would rest ...
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... breath , —and then took snuff : " Chloe , " he said , " you're like the moon ; You shine as bright , you change as soon ; Your wit is like the moon's fair beam , In borrowed light ' tis o'er us thrown ; Yet , like the moon's , that ...
... breath , —and then took snuff : " Chloe , " he said , " you're like the moon ; You shine as bright , you change as soon ; Your wit is like the moon's fair beam , In borrowed light ' tis o'er us thrown ; Yet , like the moon's , that ...
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April Fools to-day Araminta Athens Ball beam beauteous beauty beneath bliss bloom blush Boodle's bowers BRAZEN HEAD breath bright brow charming cheek cold dance dark dear dream E'en earth Eton eyes face faded fair fame fancy fear FEBRUARY 14 feel filly flowers folly fond forget friends frown Fustian Hall gaze glance glory gout grace grave hair hath haunted ground heart Heaven hope hour Julius Cæsar Lady laugh Laura light lips look Lord lover lute Marriage mirth Muse nether earth never night nymph o'er pain palæstra pale Pindus poor quadrille Quince raptures rhyme round scene shine sigh silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul stars sweet tale talk tear tell thee thine thou thought throng to-night tomb Valentine's Day voice wandering weep whispered whist youth γὰρ δὲ ἐν καὶ τε τὸν
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Page 140 - 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. He always had a tale for me Of Julius Csesar, or of Venus ; From him I learnt the rule of three, Cat's cradle, leap-frog, and QUCE genus : I used to singe his powdered wig, To steal the staff he put such trust in, And make the puppy dance a jig, When he began to quote Augustine.
Page 336 - The garlands wither on your brow ; Then boast no more your mighty deeds '. Upon Death's purple altar now See where the victor victim bleeds : All heads must come To the cold tomb : Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in the dust.
Page 96 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Page 169 - I THINK, whatever mortals crave, With impotent endeavour, — A wreath, a rank, a throne, a grave, — The world goes round for ever : I think that life is not too long ; And therefore I determine, That many people read a song Who will not read a sermon.
Page 412 - But still the lady shook her head, And swore by yea and nay My Whole was all that he had said, And all that he could say.
Page 148 - twas Venus from her isle, And wondered where she'd left her sparrows. She talked of politics or prayers,— Of Southey's prose, or Wordsworth's sonnets, Of danglers or of dancing bears, Of battles, or the last new bonnets; By candle-light, at twelve o'clock, To me it mattered not a tittle, If those bright lips had quoted Locke, I might have thought they murmured Little. 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...
Page 209 - I'll say ; Indeed, I was half broken-hearted For a week, when they took you away. Fond fancy brought back to my slumbers Our walks on the Ness and the Den, And echoed the musical numbers Which you used to sing to me then. I know the romance, since it's over, 'T were idle, or worse, to recall ; I know you're a terrible rover ; But Clarence, you'll come to our Ball...
Page 147 - YEARS, years ago, ere yet my dreams Had been of being wise or witty; Ere I had done with writing themes, Or yawned o'er this infernal Chitty...
Page 185 - tis over! Gay dwellings no longer are gay; The courtier, the gambler, the lover, Are scattered like swallows away; There's nobody left to invite one, Except my good uncle and spouse; My mistress is bathing at Brighton, My patron is sailing at Cowes; For want of a better employment, Till Ponto and Don can get out, I'll cultivate rural enjoyment, And angle immensely for trout.
Page 381 - I REMEMBER — I remember How my childhood fleeted by, — The mirth of its December, And the warmth of its July ; On my brow, love — on my brow, love, There are no signs of care ; But my pleasures are not now, love, "What Childhood's pleasures were.