Forgotten Lyrics of the Eighteenth CenturyH.F. & G. Witherby, 1924 - 210 pagini |
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Pagina 18
... joy to touch my heart ? Thou blest Indifference be my guide , I court thy gentle reign ; When passion turns my steps aside ... joys and sorrows of human life , is Mrs Greville's PRAYER FOR INDIFFERENCE I ask no kind return in love , No ...
... joy to touch my heart ? Thou blest Indifference be my guide , I court thy gentle reign ; When passion turns my steps aside ... joys and sorrows of human life , is Mrs Greville's PRAYER FOR INDIFFERENCE I ask no kind return in love , No ...
Pagina 20
... joys The glowing bosom swell . Oh ! if my Sovereign Author please , Far be it from my fate , To live , unblest in ... joy can ever dwell . ' Tis woven in the world's great plan , And 20 FORGOTTEN LYRICS.
... joys The glowing bosom swell . Oh ! if my Sovereign Author please , Far be it from my fate , To live , unblest in ... joy can ever dwell . ' Tis woven in the world's great plan , And 20 FORGOTTEN LYRICS.
Pagina 24
... joys alone , " I cry ; " " Tis here , divine Philosophy , Thou deign'st to fix thy throne ! Here Contemplation points the road Through Nature's charms to Nature's God ! These , these are joys alone ! ( 6 Adieu , ye vain low - thoughted ...
... joys alone , " I cry ; " " Tis here , divine Philosophy , Thou deign'st to fix thy throne ! Here Contemplation points the road Through Nature's charms to Nature's God ! These , these are joys alone ! ( 6 Adieu , ye vain low - thoughted ...
Pagina 47
... . She's such a miser too in love , Its joys she'll neither share nor prove ; Though hundreds of gallants await From her victorious eyes their fate . 1 Henry Baker . Blushing at such inglorious reign , I sometimes strive to LOVE 47.
... . She's such a miser too in love , Its joys she'll neither share nor prove ; Though hundreds of gallants await From her victorious eyes their fate . 1 Henry Baker . Blushing at such inglorious reign , I sometimes strive to LOVE 47.
Pagina 59
... joys . If solid happiness we prize , Within our breast this jewel lies ; And they are fools who roam ; The world has nothing to bestow , From our own selves our joys must flow , And that dear hut , our home . Though fools spurn Hymen's ...
... joys . If solid happiness we prize , Within our breast this jewel lies ; And they are fools who roam ; The world has nothing to bestow , From our own selves our joys must flow , And that dear hut , our home . Though fools spurn Hymen's ...
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Adieu Anne Killigrew Augustan beauty birds blest bliss bloom Boswell breast Charles Dibdin charms Cowper dear death delight desire Dr Johnson eighteenth century eighteenth-century poet elegiac Elegy epitaph expression eyes fair fate fear feeling fête champêtre flowers Francis Fawkes George Jeffreys give glory grave grief Grongar Hill grove happiness heart Heaven Henry Carey hill hope hour human ideal inspired Johnson Josiah Relph joys kind life's live lyric melancholy mind moral moralising morn mourn murmuring nature Nature's never Nicholas Rowe night nymph o'er pain passion peace pleasure poem poet's poetaster poetic poetry Pomfret Pope praise pride reason Richard Jago Robert Dodsley romantic round says scene shade Shenstone Shenstone's sings smiling social soldier songs song sorrow soul spirit spring stanza sweet taste tears tender thee thou thought Town vale verses virtue wise wish writes youth
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Pagina 207 - Tis hard to part when friends are dear— • Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear ; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time; Say not Good Night, — but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning.
Pagina 68 - Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more ; I mourn, but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for you; For morn is approaching, your charms to restore, Perfumed with fresh fragrance, and glittering with dew: Nor yet for the ravage of Winter I mourn ; Kind Nature the embryo blossom will save.
Pagina 81 - Can I forget the dismal night that gave My soul's best part for ever to the grave ! How silent did his old companions tread, By midnight lamps, the mansions of the dead, Through breathing statues, then unheeded things, Through rows of warriors, and through walks of kings...
Pagina 182 - The dusky night rides down the sky, And ushers in the morn ; The hounds all join in glorious cry, The huntsman winds his horn : And a-hunting we will go.
Pagina 153 - And see the rivers, how they run Through woods and meads, in shade and sun ! Sometimes swift, sometimes slow, Wave succeeding wave, they go, A various journey to the deep, Like human life, to endless sleep...
Pagina 30 - It is right it should be so; Man was made for Joy and Woe; And when this we rightly know, Thro' the World we safely go, Joy and Woe are woven fine, A Clothing for the soul divine.
Pagina 103 - Heav'n the grateful liberty would give, That I might choose my method how to live, And all those hours propitious Fate should lend, In blissful ease and satisfaction spend, Near some fair town I'd have a private seat, Built uniform ; not little, nor too great: Better, if on a rising ground it stood ; On this side fields, on that a neighb'ring wood.
Pagina 73 - I met with in those several regions of the dead. Most of them recorded nothing else of the buried person, but that he was born upon one day, and died upon another: the whole history of his life being comprehended in those two circumstances, that are common to all mankind.
Pagina 90 - MARTIAL, the things that do attain The happy life be these, I find: The riches left, not got with pain; The fruitful ground, the quiet mind; The equal friend, no grudge, no strife; No charge of rule nor governance; Without disease, the healthful life; The household of continuance. The mean diet, no delicate fare; True wisdom...
Pagina 33 - And sensible soft melancholy. "Has she no faults then, (Envy says) Sir?" Yes, she has one, I must aver; When all the world conspires to praise her, The woman's deaf, and does not hear.