The lyre of love [ed. by P.L. Courtier].Charles Whittingham, 1806 - Love poetry, English |
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... vain I twine the woodbine bower ; Unless to deck her sweeter breast , In vain I rear the breathing flower ! Awaken'd by the genial year , In vain the birds around me sing ; In vain the freshening fields appear : Without my Love there is ...
... vain I twine the woodbine bower ; Unless to deck her sweeter breast , In vain I rear the breathing flower ! Awaken'd by the genial year , In vain the birds around me sing ; In vain the freshening fields appear : Without my Love there is ...
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... vain slaves of interest and of pride , Dare not be blest , lest envious tongue should blame ; And hence , in vain I languish for my bride : O mourn with me , sweet bird ! my helpless flame . TO MISS YOUNG , WITH HIS " SEASONS . " 12 ...
... vain slaves of interest and of pride , Dare not be blest , lest envious tongue should blame ; And hence , in vain I languish for my bride : O mourn with me , sweet bird ! my helpless flame . TO MISS YOUNG , WITH HIS " SEASONS . " 12 ...
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... them no more . But why do I languish in vain , Why wander thus pensively here ? Oh ! why did I come from the plain Where I fed on the smiles of my dear ? They tell me , my favourite maid , The pride 18 WILLIAM SHENSTONE .
... them no more . But why do I languish in vain , Why wander thus pensively here ? Oh ! why did I come from the plain Where I fed on the smiles of my dear ? They tell me , my favourite maid , The pride 18 WILLIAM SHENSTONE .
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... vain , Repine at her triumphs , and die . ' To the grove or the garden he strays , And pillages every sweet ; Then , suiting the wreath to his lays , He throws it at Phillis's feet . ' O Phillis , ' he whispers , more fair 22 WILLIAM ...
... vain , Repine at her triumphs , and die . ' To the grove or the garden he strays , And pillages every sweet ; Then , suiting the wreath to his lays , He throws it at Phillis's feet . ' O Phillis , ' he whispers , more fair 22 WILLIAM ...
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... vain Amid nymphs of an higher degree : It is not for me to explain How fair , and how fickle they be . Alas ! from the day that we met , What hope of an end to my woes ; When I cannot endure to forget The glance that undid my repose ...
... vain Amid nymphs of an higher degree : It is not for me to explain How fair , and how fickle they be . Alas ! from the day that we met , What hope of an end to my woes ; When I cannot endure to forget The glance that undid my repose ...
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adieu arms beauty blest bliss blooming blush born bosom breast breath bright CHARLES HANBURY WILLIAMS CHARLES JAMES FOX cheek dear DELIA delight dream dwell early Elegy eyes fair faithful fancy fate fear feel flowers fond fondly fragrant gentle glow grace grief grove happy hast hear heart Heaven hope hour IANTHE JAMES GRAEME JAMES MERCER kiss lady lips lov'd thee dearly Love's Lover Maid Mary MARY ROBINSON memory Middle Temple mind Miss morn Muse ne'er never numbers nymph o'er pain passion Phillis pleasure poems poet poetical Polwhele pow'r pride rapture RICHARD BRINSLEY SHERIDAN ROBERT BLOOMFIELD rose rove SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES scenes shade shine sigh sing smiles soft song SONNET soothing sorrows soul Spring strain sweet tear tell tender thine THOMAS DERMODY thought thy charms trembling Twas vale voice vows wake wander weep wild wilt thou woes youth
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Page 127 - The floating Clouds their state shall .lend To her; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. The Stars of midnight shall be dear To her ; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where Rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Page 88 - THOU lingering star, with less'ning ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast...
Page 128 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Page 87 - Far marked with the courses of clear winding rills! There daily I wander as noon rises high, My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye. How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below, Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow! There oft, as mild evening weeps over the lea, The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me.
Page 127 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, 'A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ! This child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. 'Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse ; and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Page 128 - Thus Nature spake — The work was done — How soon my Lucy's race was run! She died, and left to me This heath, this calm, and quiet scene; The memory of what has been, And never more will be.
Page 89 - O'erhung with wild woods, thick'ning green ; The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twined amorous round the raptured scene ; The flowers sprang wanton to be prest, The birds sang love on every spray — Till too, too soon, the glowing west Proclaim'd the speed of winged day.
Page 88 - Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past; Thy image at our last embrace! Ah, little thought we 'twas our last ! Ayr, gurgling, kiss'd his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods...
Page 21 - twas a barbarous deed : For he ne'er could be true, she averred, Who could rob a poor bird of its young; And I loved her the more when I heard Such tenderness fall from her tongue.
Page 87 - The poor inhabitant below Was quick to learn and wise to know, And keenly felt the friendly glow, And softer flame ; But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain'd his name ! Reader, attend ! whether thy soul Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole, Or darkling grubs this earthly hole, In low pursuit ; Know, prudent, cautious, self-control Is wisdom's root.