The Poems of Winthrop Mackworth Praed, Volume 2E. Moxon & Company, 1864 - 390 pages |
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... GRAVE 261 263 270 A LETTER FROM ETON 272 ON THE DEATH OF A SCHOOLFELLOW 276 SONNET 278 PRIZE POEMS , TRANSLATIONS , AND EPIGRAMS . AUSTRALASIA . ATHENS THE ASCENT OF ELIJAH . PYRAMIDES EGYPTIACE 281 292 304 312 THE PYRAMIDS OF EGYPT 313 ...
... GRAVE 261 263 270 A LETTER FROM ETON 272 ON THE DEATH OF A SCHOOLFELLOW 276 SONNET 278 PRIZE POEMS , TRANSLATIONS , AND EPIGRAMS . AUSTRALASIA . ATHENS THE ASCENT OF ELIJAH . PYRAMIDES EGYPTIACE 281 292 304 312 THE PYRAMIDS OF EGYPT 313 ...
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... grave . What wight is that , whose distant nose Gives token loud of deep repose ? What , honest Harry on the ground ? I ' faith thy sleep is wondrous sound For one who looks , upon his waking , To 6 THE EVE OF BATTLE .
... grave . What wight is that , whose distant nose Gives token loud of deep repose ? What , honest Harry on the ground ? I ' faith thy sleep is wondrous sound For one who looks , upon his waking , To 6 THE EVE OF BATTLE .
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... grave and prim a look , And cried so when he missed his book , That aunts were eager to presage The glories of his riper age , And fond mamma in him foresaw The bulwark of the British law , And Science from her lofty throne Looked down ...
... grave and prim a look , And cried so when he missed his book , That aunts were eager to presage The glories of his riper age , And fond mamma in him foresaw The bulwark of the British law , And Science from her lofty throne Looked down ...
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... grave and funny , A famous dish of Salmagundi ! " Allan M'Gregor ! from afar I see him , ' midst the ranks of war That all around are rising fast From slumbers that may be their last . I know him by his Highland plaid , Long borne in ...
... grave and funny , A famous dish of Salmagundi ! " Allan M'Gregor ! from afar I see him , ' midst the ranks of war That all around are rising fast From slumbers that may be their last . I know him by his Highland plaid , Long borne in ...
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... grave Would strive in vain to read a knave . Alas ! it is believed by all There is more " Sir than " Saint " in Paul ; He knows the value of a place ; Can give a promise with a grace ; Is quite an adept at excuse ; Sees when a 28 THE ...
... grave Would strive in vain to read a knave . Alas ! it is believed by all There is more " Sir than " Saint " in Paul ; He knows the value of a place ; Can give a promise with a grace ; Is quite an adept at excuse ; Sees when a 28 THE ...
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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.