Literary Leaves, Volume 2Thacker & Company, 1840 |
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... fear , pretty clearly proved by some of these Confessional Sonnets , which seem to corre- spond in their character with a scandalous anecdote lately dis- covered by Mr. Payne Collier . Burbidge the actor , while playing Richard the ...
... fear , pretty clearly proved by some of these Confessional Sonnets , which seem to corre- spond in their character with a scandalous anecdote lately dis- covered by Mr. Payne Collier . Burbidge the actor , while playing Richard the ...
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... fear to wet a widow's eye That thou consumest thyself in single life ? Son . 9 . - " Dear my love , you know , You had a father ; let your son say so . " Son . 13 . " Now stand you on the top of happy hours ; And many maiden garlands ...
... fear to wet a widow's eye That thou consumest thyself in single life ? Son . 9 . - " Dear my love , you know , You had a father ; let your son say so . " Son . 13 . " Now stand you on the top of happy hours ; And many maiden garlands ...
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... fear of guile were mine ; But , oh ! since thou can'st faithless be , I'll grieve not for a heart like thine ! Lady , when first thine azure eye Met and controlled my raptured gaze , I breathed the fond impassioned sigh That youthful ...
... fear of guile were mine ; But , oh ! since thou can'st faithless be , I'll grieve not for a heart like thine ! Lady , when first thine azure eye Met and controlled my raptured gaze , I breathed the fond impassioned sigh That youthful ...
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... fear of reproaching their own temper , and bringing the goodness of their nature , if not of their understanding , into question . " " I am apt to believe , " says the same writer , so much of the true genius of poetry , that I know not ...
... fear of reproaching their own temper , and bringing the goodness of their nature , if not of their understanding , into question . " " I am apt to believe , " says the same writer , so much of the true genius of poetry , that I know not ...
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... fear ; a warrior on the ground Lay bathed in blood and gazing on his face , She saw her son ! " Farewell ! farewell ! " she said , Awaking wild , " at least thou hast not scorned The grey hairs of thy parent . " Sorrow now Wasted her ...
... fear ; a warrior on the ground Lay bathed in blood and gazing on his face , She saw her son ! " Farewell ! farewell ! " she said , Awaking wild , " at least thou hast not scorned The grey hairs of thy parent . " Sorrow now Wasted her ...
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Page 16 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Page 130 - Of those fierce darts despair at me doth throw; 0 make in me those civil wars to cease; 1 will good tribute pay, if thou do so. Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed, A chamber deaf to noise...
Page 12 - ... this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life decay, Lest the wise world should look into your moan And mock you with me after I am gone.
Page 13 - Saturn laugh'd and leap'd with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell...
Page 193 - Tis not to make me jealous, To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company, Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well ; Where virtue is, these are more virtuous : Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt ; For she had eyes, and chose me. No, lago ; I'll see before I doubt; when I doubt, prove; And, on the proof, there is no more but this, — Away at once with love or jealousy!
Page 192 - I'd make a life of jealousy ; To follow still the changes of the moon With fresh suspicions ? No ! to be once in doubt, Is once to be resolved.
Page 319 - DUKE'S PALACE. [Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; MUSICIANS attending.] DUKE. If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Page 228 - As Sir Roger is landlord to the whole congregation, he keeps them in very good order, and will suffer nobody to sleep in it besides himself; for if, by chance, he has been surprised into a short nap at sermon, upon recovering out of it he stands up and looks about him, and, if he sees anybody else nodding, either wakes them himself, or sends his servants to them.
Page 297 - Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong, They learn in suffering what they teach in song.
Page 253 - Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore, From my home and my weeping friends never to part ; My little ones kissed me a thousand times o'er, And my wife sobbed aloud in her fulness of heart. Stay, stay with us, — rest, thou art weary and worn...