Arliss's Literary collectionsJ. Arliss, 1825 - 358 páginas |
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... Graves , the 335 Vanity 315 Verses 52 Vicarage , a visit to the 9 Vines 80 Virtue 68 Vow , the 6 Wailer the Poet Wager decided , the Watts , Dr. What is Love ? Whittington's Alms Houses , description of Wife , the Woman , Young Poet ...
... Graves , the 335 Vanity 315 Verses 52 Vicarage , a visit to the 9 Vines 80 Virtue 68 Vow , the 6 Wailer the Poet Wager decided , the Watts , Dr. What is Love ? Whittington's Alms Houses , description of Wife , the Woman , Young Poet ...
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... grave , all your labours would have been in vain ; but this is not the case with Content ; it is the lot of a chosen few to know when they have a sufficiency of this world's goods , and to rest satis- fied with the dispensations of ...
... grave , all your labours would have been in vain ; but this is not the case with Content ; it is the lot of a chosen few to know when they have a sufficiency of this world's goods , and to rest satis- fied with the dispensations of ...
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... grave . Then held the converse of her hopes and fears , Befitting Christians in this vale of tears . Not her's the lights by pride and passion bred From the deep quagmires of a muddy head ;. Not her's the fool - born jest and stifled ...
... grave . Then held the converse of her hopes and fears , Befitting Christians in this vale of tears . Not her's the lights by pride and passion bred From the deep quagmires of a muddy head ;. Not her's the fool - born jest and stifled ...
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... ; his body bore no marks of external violence , but his countenance was con- vulsed by bitter insanity . wil ook will ne volg aid to dix 運 SONNET ON SEEING THE GRAVE OF AN UNFORTUNATE GIRL. LITERARY COLLECTIONS . 21.
... ; his body bore no marks of external violence , but his countenance was con- vulsed by bitter insanity . wil ook will ne volg aid to dix 運 SONNET ON SEEING THE GRAVE OF AN UNFORTUNATE GIRL. LITERARY COLLECTIONS . 21.
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... graves would I repine : Yet thou hast taught me , by the sadder doom , To weep that such a grave has not been thine ! POPULAR LITERATURE OF 1824 . AMONG the most profitable speculations of this year , may be reckoned Sayings and Doings ...
... graves would I repine : Yet thou hast taught me , by the sadder doom , To weep that such a grave has not been thine ! POPULAR LITERATURE OF 1824 . AMONG the most profitable speculations of this year , may be reckoned Sayings and Doings ...
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Página 160 - But I have lived, and have not lived in vain : My mind may lose its force, my blood its fire, And my frame perish even in conquering pain, But there is that within me which shall tire Torture and Time, and breathe when I expire...
Página 345 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Página 159 - Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Página 159 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Página 159 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Página 194 - ASK me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose, For in your beauty's orient deep . These flowers, as in their causes, sleep. Ask me no more whither do stray The golden atoms of the day, For, in pure love, heaven did prepare Those powders to enrich your hair. Ask me no more...
Página 159 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him ! But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring, And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing.
Página 76 - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these, and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power ; So fair, so calm, so softly sealed, The first, last look by death revealed!
Página 177 - Me wrangling courts, and stubborn law, To smoke, and crowds, and cities draw: There selfish faction rules the day, And pride and avarice throng the way; Diseases taint the murky air, And midnight conflagrations glare; Loose Revelry, and Riot bold, In frighted streets their orgies hold ; Or, where in silence all is drowned, Fell Murder walks his lonely round ; No room for peace, no room for you, Adieu, celestial Nymph, adieu!
Página 76 - And — but for that sad shrouded eye, That fires not, wins not, weeps not now, And but for that chill changeless brow, Where cold Obstruction's apathy Appals the gazing mourner's heart...