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... not the air , many fins the rivers ; So So many waves strew not the sea , Nor sands the desert plains- As I heave , daily , sighs for thee , And suffer maddening pains . AN OVERSIGHT . Dum cavet Astrologus , & c . 26 CHELTENHAM.
... not the air , many fins the rivers ; So So many waves strew not the sea , Nor sands the desert plains- As I heave , daily , sighs for thee , And suffer maddening pains . AN OVERSIGHT . Dum cavet Astrologus , & c . 26 CHELTENHAM.
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... love in thine own fashion , Thou'lt not sigh in vain . Maud and I have clubb'd our fuel , Leave us then to burn : Lovers ' fate is worse than cruel , Meeting no return . REPRISALS . Forte Jovi dum jactat sua tela , & ANTHOLOGY . 33.
... love in thine own fashion , Thou'lt not sigh in vain . Maud and I have clubb'd our fuel , Leave us then to burn : Lovers ' fate is worse than cruel , Meeting no return . REPRISALS . Forte Jovi dum jactat sua tela , & ANTHOLOGY . 33.
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... sighs of sorrow from the deep , And , mourning each departed hero - weep : E'en yet the swarthy Moors , with thickening ranks , Seemed to increase and form in closing flanks ; And still the bank seemed to resound afar With flying Romans ...
... sighs of sorrow from the deep , And , mourning each departed hero - weep : E'en yet the swarthy Moors , with thickening ranks , Seemed to increase and form in closing flanks ; And still the bank seemed to resound afar With flying Romans ...
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... sigh ! - " There is my happiness , " whilst it reveals Its chains , and glories in captivity . And when by reason chastened and refined , How pure and innocent its blisses prove ! In its soft sighs the spirit breathes , combined , The ...
... sigh ! - " There is my happiness , " whilst it reveals Its chains , and glories in captivity . And when by reason chastened and refined , How pure and innocent its blisses prove ! In its soft sighs the spirit breathes , combined , The ...
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... sigh . whose life was most unhappy . Some months before his death he became deranged , and in his delirium imagined that the whole world conspired against him . This terror brought him insensibly to the grave . He carried with him to ...
... sigh . whose life was most unhappy . Some months before his death he became deranged , and in his delirium imagined that the whole world conspired against him . This terror brought him insensibly to the grave . He carried with him to ...
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agrian Argantes BATTLE OF TREBIA beam blessed blest bliss bloom blue blushes bosom bowers breast breathe bright brow calm Casimir Delavigne charm clouds Cocytus Death deep delight divine dost dwell E'en earth Epig EPIGRAM Eternal Eurydice eyes fair FALSE FRIENDS farewell fear flame flower flowret's fond foolish song friends glance glowing grace hapless hast hate hath heart light Heaven Hell hymns immortal Jephthah JERUSALEM DELIVERED Jovianus Pontanus Lady light I wad lips Love LOVE'S MADAME DE VILLETTE Marullus melt morn mourn murmurs ne'er Neæra night o'er peace perfume plain pure reliance build Rose rove shade shine shone sighs skies smile soft song Sorrow soul soul's spirit spring stars steep sweet sword SYNESIUS TAGUS tears thee thine thou tomb twere vermil violets wake waves weep Whilst wild wing wrath wretched young youth
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Page 166 - And then may chance thee to repent The time that thou hast lost and spent To cause thy lovers sigh and swoon: Then shalt thou know beauty but lent, And wish and want as I have done. Now cease, my lute : this is the last Labour that thou and I shall waste, And ended is that we begun. Now is this song both sung and past: My lute be still, for I have done.
Page 166 - Then shalt thou know beauty but lent, And wish and want as I have done. Now cease, my lute, this is the last 'Labour, that thou and I shall waste ; And ended is that we begun : Now is this song both sung and past ; My lute, be still, for I have done.
Page 136 - Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child ! ADA ! sole daughter of my house and heart ? When last I saw thy young blue eyes they smiled, And then we parted, — not as now we part, But with a hope.
Page 2 - Or safe, and sheltcr'd in my quiet home, Or when o'er mountains drear and wild I roam ; Or when my liberated feet may gain Their native realm, yon fair and blooming plain ; In life, in death, in rapture, or in woe, For thee, blest Lord, the note of praise shall flow. Allur'd by tranquil night's congenial calm, For thee I frame the sweet poetic charm. When orient roses wreathe the purple morn; When noontide splendors all the heav'n adorn ; When placid ev'ning spreads her gentle wing; I wake for thec...
Page 82 - In every flower that blooms around, Some pleasing emblem we may trace ; Young love is in the myrtle found, And memory in the pansy's grace. Peace in the olive-branch we see, Hope in the half-shut iris glows, In the bright laurel victory ! And lovely woman in the rose.
Page 13 - If it were better on the battle-plain To die a freeman, than to live a slave? If life, howe'er protracted, be a span? If good men stand invincible ? If Fortune Against the righteous wing her shaft In vain? If holy motives be alone required, And virtue, spurned or cherished, still be virtue?
Page 7 - Go tell the Spartans, thou who passest by, That here, obedient to their laws, we lie.
Page 2 - Each dark, unruly passion charm to rest, And fan the flame that purifies the breast. A wreath the King of Gods may deign to wear, I humbly weave: to his pure shrine I bear A sacrifice unstain'd by crimson dews, A free libation of the Heavenly Muse.
Page 14 - He told us all that we're concern'd to know. Would he have chosen this deserted shore That some lone stragglers might inquire his will? Or buried sacred truth in barren sand ? What is his temple, but the earth, the sea, The air, and Heaven, and Virtue? Why beyond Explore the heavenly sanctities? whate'er We see, where'er we sojourn, there is Jove. Let wavering bosoms, fluctuating minds, For soothsayers pant: — I heed no Oracle.
Page 3 - ... thee I frame the sweet poetic charm. When orient roses wreath the purple morn ; When noontide splendors all the heavens adorn ; When placid evening spreads her gentle wing ; I wake for THEE the full resounding string. Yon stars, that glow with everlasting youth, The moon, who walks in light, attest my truth ; And mighty Sol, who leads the radiant choir, And fills the sainted breast with hallow'd fire ! HELIODORA.