Poetical works, with a life of the author (abridged from W. Howitt).Routledge, Warne and Routledge, 1859 |
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... breast , His tresses wore a silvery die , But beauty sparkled in his eye ; Sparkled in his eyes of fire , Through the mist of soft desire . His lip exhaled , whene'er he sigh'd , The fragrance of the racy tide ; And , as with weak and ...
... breast , His tresses wore a silvery die , But beauty sparkled in his eye ; Sparkled in his eyes of fire , Through the mist of soft desire . His lip exhaled , whene'er he sigh'd , The fragrance of the racy tide ; And , as with weak and ...
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... breast . 66 ODE VII . THE Women tell me every day That all my bloom has pass'd away . Behold , " the pretty wantons cry , " Behold this mirror with a sigh ; The locks upon thy brow are few , And , like the rest , they're withering too ...
... breast . 66 ODE VII . THE Women tell me every day That all my bloom has pass'd away . Behold , " the pretty wantons cry , " Behold this mirror with a sigh ; The locks upon thy brow are few , And , like the rest , they're withering too ...
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... breast ! " Little Love ! thou now art mine , Warm me with that torch of thine ; Make me feel as I have felt , Or thy waxen frame shall melt . I must burn in warm desire , Or thou , my boy , in yonder fire ! ODE XII . THEY tell how Atys ...
... breast ! " Little Love ! thou now art mine , Warm me with that torch of thine ; Make me feel as I have felt , Or thy waxen frame shall melt . I must burn in warm desire , Or thou , my boy , in yonder fire ! ODE XII . THEY tell how Atys ...
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... breast supply , And Leda's son the sinewy thigh , But oh ! suffuse his limbs of fire With all that glow of young desire , Which kindles , when the wishful sigh Steals from the heart , unconscious why . Thy pencil , though divinely ...
... breast supply , And Leda's son the sinewy thigh , But oh ! suffuse his limbs of fire With all that glow of young desire , Which kindles , when the wishful sigh Steals from the heart , unconscious why . Thy pencil , though divinely ...
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... breast , and feels its sighs ! Or like those envious pearls that show So faintly round that neck of snow . Yes , I would be a happy gem , Like them to hang , to fade like them . What more would thy Anacreon be ? Oh , anything that ...
... breast , and feels its sighs ! Or like those envious pearls that show So faintly round that neck of snow . Yes , I would be a happy gem , Like them to hang , to fade like them . What more would thy Anacreon be ? Oh , anything that ...
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Anacreon Bacchus beam beauty beneath Bermuda blest bliss bloom blushing bosom bowers bowl breast breath breeze bright Bromham brow burning Catullus charm cheek dark dear death delight Devizes divine Donnington Park dream e'en earth Erin eyes fair fancy feel fire flame flowers friends glance glory glow gold grace harp hath heart heaven hour hung kiss Lalla Rookh light lips live look look'd Lord Lord Byron Lord John Russell Lord Lansdowne Lord Moira lover lyre maid mingle Moore morning ne'er never night nymph o'er once Persian poet rose rosy round rove seem'd shade shed shine sigh sing sleep slumber smile soft song soul sparkling spirit steal sweet tear tears of wine tell thee thine thou thought trembling Twas twine vermil wanton warm wave weep wild wind wine wing young youth
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Página 238 - Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features that joy used to wear. Long, long be my heart with such memories...
Página 264 - When youthful spring around us breathes, Thy spirit warms her fragrant sigh ; And every flower the summer wreathes Is born beneath that kindling eye. Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine.
Página 206 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Página 190 - FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time. Soon as the woods on shore look dim, We'll sing at St. Ann's our parting hymn. "Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, 'The rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Página 271 - Praise to the Conqueror, praise to the Lord ! His word was our arrow, his breath was our sword. Who shall return to tell Egypt the story Of those she sent forth in the hour of her pride ? For the Lord hath looked out from his pillar of glory, And all her brave thousands are dashed in the tide. Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea ! Jehovah hath triumphed, — his people are free ! FIFE AND DRUM.
Página 346 - twas a sight, — that heaven, that child, A scene, which might have well beguiled Even haughty Eblis of a sigh For glories lost and peace gone by! And how felt he, the wretched man Reclining there, while memory ran O'er many a year of guilt and strife, — Flew o'er the dark flood of his life, Nor found one sunny resting-place, Nor brought him back one branch of grace. "There was a time," he said, in mild, Heart-humbled tones, "thou blessed child!
Página 267 - THE BIRD, LET LOOSE. (AIR. — BEETHOVEN. ) THE bird, let loose in eastern skies,* When hastening fondly home, Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies Where idle warblers roam. But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way.
Página 271 - And Miriam the prophetess, the sister of Aaron, took a timbrel in her hand ; and all the women went out after her with timbrels and with dances. And Miriam answered them, Sing ye to the LORD, for he hath triumphed gloriously ; the horse and his rider hath he thrown into the sea.
Página 241 - Then come o'er the sea, Maiden, with me, Come wherever the wild wind blows ; Seasons may roll, But the true soul Burns the same, where'er it goes. Was not the sea Made for the Free, Land for courts and chains alone ? Here we are slaves, But, on the waves, Love and liberty 's all our own.
Página 360 - Oh ! ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower, But 'twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle. To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die ! Now too — the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt or knew.