The Poems of Winthrop Mackworth Praed, Volume 2W.J. Widdleton, 1866 |
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... meet , or strive to shun , The dangers of to - morrow's sun . Look on the husband's anxious tears , The hero's hopes , the coward's fears , The vices that e'en here are found , The follies that are hovering round ; And learn that ...
... meet , or strive to shun , The dangers of to - morrow's sun . Look on the husband's anxious tears , The hero's hopes , the coward's fears , The vices that e'en here are found , The follies that are hovering round ; And learn that ...
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... meet his eye , He looks , and laughs , and throws them by , Until , perchance , some magic name Lights up a spark of former flame ; And then he ponders , in his trance , On Mary's love - inspiring glance , On Chloe's eye of glittering ...
... meet his eye , He looks , and laughs , and throws them by , Until , perchance , some magic name Lights up a spark of former flame ; And then he ponders , in his trance , On Mary's love - inspiring glance , On Chloe's eye of glittering ...
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... meets no heavier harm To - morrow , from a foeman's arm , Than cracked cuirass , or broken head , He'll hasten from his fever's bed , And , just broke loose from salve and lint , Rush , like a hero , into print ; Heading his light and ...
... meets no heavier harm To - morrow , from a foeman's arm , Than cracked cuirass , or broken head , He'll hasten from his fever's bed , And , just broke loose from salve and lint , Rush , like a hero , into print ; Heading his light and ...
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... meet disguise To shield thy blush from mortal eyes . Full many a maid hath loved to gaze Upon thy melancholy rays ; And many a fond , despairing youth Hath breathed to thee his tale of truth : And many a luckless rhyming wight Hath ...
... meet disguise To shield thy blush from mortal eyes . Full many a maid hath loved to gaze Upon thy melancholy rays ; And many a fond , despairing youth Hath breathed to thee his tale of truth : And many a luckless rhyming wight Hath ...
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... meet ; Frowns come and go ; white hands are pressed ; And sighs are heard , and secrets guessed , And looks are kind , and eyes are bright , And tongues are free , and hearts are light . Sometimes upon the crowd I look , Secure in some ...
... meet ; Frowns come and go ; white hands are pressed ; And sighs are heard , and secrets guessed , And looks are kind , and eyes are bright , And tongues are free , and hearts are light . Sometimes upon the crowd I look , Secure in some ...
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Page 138 - Up rose the Reverend Doctor Brown, Up rose the Doctor's "winsome marrow;" The lady laid her knitting down, Her husband clasped his ponderous Barrow : Whate'er the stranger's caste or creed, Pundit or Papist, saint or sinner, He found a stable for his steed, And welcome for himself, and dinner.
Page 138 - Vicar. 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 140 - And he was kind, and loved to sit In the low hut or garnished cottage, And praise the farmer's homely wit, And share the widow's homelier pottage: 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.
Page 140 - Alack, the change! In vain I look For haunts in which my boyhood trifled; The level lawn, the trickling brook, The trees I climbed, the beds I rifled. The church is larger than before, You reach it by a carriage entry: It holds three hundred people more, And pews are fitted up for gentry.
Page 221 - Twelve years ago I was a boy, A happy boy, at Drury's. Twelve years ago ! — how many a thought Of faded pains and pleasures Those whispered syllables have brought From memory's hoarded treasures ! The fields, the farms, the...
Page 167 - I think the Devil not so black As many people make him. I think that Love is like a play, Where tears and smiles are blended, Or like a faithless April day, Whose shine with shower is ended : Like Colnbrook pavement, rather rough, Like trade, exposed to losses, And like a Highland plaid, — all stuff, And very full of crosses.
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 388 - He vowed a vow, that noble knight, Before he went to table, To make his only sport the fight, His only couch the stable. Till he had drasiged, as he was bid, Five score of Turks to Cadiz; — And this that gallant Spaniard did, For me and for the ladies.
Page 194 - Remember the thrilling romances We read on the bank in the glen; Remember the suitors our fancies Would picture for both of us then. They wore the red cross on their shoulder...
Page 171 - They will part in Twenty-Nine. And oh! I shall find how, day by day, All thoughts and things look older; How the laugh of Pleasure grows less gay, And the heart of Friendship colder; But still I shall be what I have been, Sworn foe to Lady Reason, And seldom troubled with the spleen, And fond of talking treason ; I shall buckle my...