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... · • . 205 . 207 210 HOW AM I LIKE HER ? · 213 HOPE AND LOVE . 216 THE NEWLY - WEDDED · 220 SKETCH OF A YOUNG LADY FIVE MONTHS OLD • 222 TO HELEN , JULY 7TH , 1839 . · 225 A BALLAD " Non voglio cento scudi . ' O. CONTENTS . xxxi.
... · • . 205 . 207 210 HOW AM I LIKE HER ? · 213 HOPE AND LOVE . 216 THE NEWLY - WEDDED · 220 SKETCH OF A YOUNG LADY FIVE MONTHS OLD • 222 TO HELEN , JULY 7TH , 1839 . · 225 A BALLAD " Non voglio cento scudi . ' O. CONTENTS . xxxi.
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... hopes decay , though his friends depart , Can ever be a curse ; Though sorrow reign within his heart , And poortith hold his purse . Say not his toil is profitless ; Though he charm no rich relation , The Fairies all his labours bless ...
... hopes decay , though his friends depart , Can ever be a curse ; Though sorrow reign within his heart , And poortith hold his purse . Say not his toil is profitless ; Though he charm no rich relation , The Fairies all his labours bless ...
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... hopes and thoughts which sain and save Spring from their buried dust : The fair of face , and the stout of limb , Meek maids and grandsires hoary , Who have sung on the cross their rapturous hymn As they passed to their doom of glory ...
... hopes and thoughts which sain and save Spring from their buried dust : The fair of face , and the stout of limb , Meek maids and grandsires hoary , Who have sung on the cross their rapturous hymn As they passed to their doom of glory ...
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... themes succeed upon the old , New follies come , new faults , new fashions ; An hour - a minute will supply To thought a folio history Of blighted hopes , and thwarted passions . II King Death , when he has snatched away Drunkards from.
... themes succeed upon the old , New follies come , new faults , new fashions ; An hour - a minute will supply To thought a folio history Of blighted hopes , and thwarted passions . II King Death , when he has snatched away Drunkards from.
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... hopes of dying broken - hearted , A miniature , a lock of hair , The usual vows , -and then we parted . We parted ; months and years rolled by ; We met again four summers after : Our parting was all sob and sigh ; Our meeting was all ...
... hopes of dying broken - hearted , A miniature , a lock of hair , The usual vows , -and then we parted . We parted ; months and years rolled by ; We met again four summers after : Our parting was all sob and sigh ; Our meeting was all ...
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Page 14 - 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 Caesar, or of Venus ; From him I learnt the rule of three, Cat's cradle, leap-frog, and Qiae 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 121 - SPEAKER; dream of the time When loyalty was not quite a crime, When GRANT was a pupil in CANNING'S school, And PALMERSTON fancied WOOD a fool. Lord, how principles pass away; Sleep, Mr SPEAKER; sleep, sleep, while you may!
Page 16 - There, when the sounds of flute and fiddle Gave signal sweet in that old hall Of hands across and down the middle, Hers was the subtlest spell by far Of all that...
Page 37 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. 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.
Page 21 - NEAR a small village in the West, Where many very worthy people Eat, drink, play whist, and do their best To guard from evil Church and Steeple, There stood — alas ! it stands no more ! A tenement of brick and plaster, Of which, for forty years and four, My good friend Quince was lord and master...
Page 120 - tis surely fair If you mayn't in your bed, that you should in your chair ; Louder and longer still they grow, Tory and Radical, Aye and No ; Talking by night and talking by day : Sleep, Mr. Speaker — sleep while you may ! Sleep, Mr.
Page 24 - Some heard he had been crossed in love, Before he came away from college ; Some darkly hinted that his Grace Did nothing, great or small, without him ! Some whispered with a solemn face, That there was something odd about him...
Page 84 - twas not to invoke The Spirit that dwelleth there ; If he opened his lips, the words they spoke Had never the tone of prayer. A pious priest might the Abbot seem, He had swayed the crozier well ; But what was the theme of the Abbot's dream, The Abbot were loth to tell.
Page 22 - He went to church but once a week ; Yet Dr. Poundtext always found him An upright man, who studied Greek, And liked to see his friends around him. Asylums, hospitals, and schools, He used to swear were made to cozen ; All who subscribed to them were fools, And he subscribed to half a dozen •, It was his doctrine that the poor Were always able, never willing ; And so the beggar at his door Had first abuse, and then a shilling. Some public principles he had, But was no flatterer, nor fretter ; He...
Page 15 - 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. Sit in the Vicar's seat : you'll hear The doctrine of a gentle Johnian, Whose hand is white, whose tone is clear, Whose phrase is very Ciceronian. Where is the old man laid ? — look down, And construe on the slab before you,...