Original poems, in the amatory, heroic, pathetic, and other styles. By a traveller [signing himself J.H. 13 pt. with various imprints and a collective title-leaf].1826 |
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... Thou alone I feel , I live , Or die , dear love - lorn Maid for thee ! But who with tearless eyes shall view The hour , when We for e'er must part ? When Death , perchance , shall me subdue , Or thee ! all lovely - as Thou art ! When ...
... Thou alone I feel , I live , Or die , dear love - lorn Maid for thee ! But who with tearless eyes shall view The hour , when We for e'er must part ? When Death , perchance , shall me subdue , Or thee ! all lovely - as Thou art ! When ...
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... thou - INGRATITUDE ! Tho ' dear a Female's face , or form ; Tho ' elegant her attitude ; We fly , as from the winged storm If she pours forth INGRATITUDE . From Heroes brave , or mild of heart , * From Sages vers'd in latitude ; From ...
... thou - INGRATITUDE ! Tho ' dear a Female's face , or form ; Tho ' elegant her attitude ; We fly , as from the winged storm If she pours forth INGRATITUDE . From Heroes brave , or mild of heart , * From Sages vers'd in latitude ; From ...
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... Thou first taught to love thee , then check'd its emotion , Ah , now its disquietude ! who can controul ? Our ... Thou unrelenting , Dear Mary - continue to torture my Soul ? Say , canst Thou congenial feelings inherit- For me let.
... Thou first taught to love thee , then check'd its emotion , Ah , now its disquietude ! who can controul ? Our ... Thou unrelenting , Dear Mary - continue to torture my Soul ? Say , canst Thou congenial feelings inherit- For me let.
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John Hugman. Say , canst Thou congenial feelings inherit- For me let a tear , Love - benignantly roll ? Then on Earth - as in Heav'n , I'll greet thy fond Spirit , And clasp it eternally , dear to my soul ! J. H. ODE TO MY SUMMER HOUSE ...
John Hugman. Say , canst Thou congenial feelings inherit- For me let a tear , Love - benignantly roll ? Then on Earth - as in Heav'n , I'll greet thy fond Spirit , And clasp it eternally , dear to my soul ! J. H. ODE TO MY SUMMER HOUSE ...
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... thou my Ode refuse ? Compos'd beneath thy blest alcove , Sacred to friendship , mirth , and love , To painting and the Muse . Long shall thy verdant laurels shine , Long bloom thy graceful eglantine , Whose fragrance gives delight ...
... thou my Ode refuse ? Compos'd beneath thy blest alcove , Sacred to friendship , mirth , and love , To painting and the Muse . Long shall thy verdant laurels shine , Long bloom thy graceful eglantine , Whose fragrance gives delight ...
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affection's amid APOLLO arm'd arms artless ask of thee Bards beneath thy betray'd bloom blush bosom bow'r brave Britannia Britons BUONAPARTE burn CELESTIAL charms crown'd Deaf and Dumb dear Girls DEAREST MARY deathless decree dire Dumb Boy e'er embrace eyes fair fame Farewell fate feelings flow'r fond Gallia's GAME OF BOWLS give glides glory graceful grot guile Halesworth hand Heaven heavenly heaves Henceforth Hero hour Impels INGRATITUDE IVY-CLAD BOWER Joseph,-the Deaf Lara Merblue laurels liv'd live LOCKWOOD love-lorn Lowestoft maid Mourns Muse native ne'er Nelson's numbers o'er Ocean's opiate Peace Pedestrian perchance pity poignant anguish pow'r pride Prussia Quell'd rais'd rapture Resolv'd ruffle Sav'd scene sing sleep smile soft sorrow soul Spain sting storm subdues Summer-House sweet sword talismanic tears Thou thro throne Thy garden's thy ivy thy land thy urn tide tomb Tyrant unassuming verdant Vet'ran vile WELLINGTON Whoe'er witness'd
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11 psl. - Tho' dear a Female's face, or form ; Tho' elegant her attitude ; We fly, as from the winged storm If she pours forth INGRATITUDE.
25 psl. - Bowling too short, you but obstruct the Green, Like him who loiters on Life's public scene; Whoe'er at bowls, or business causes strife Will rubs on Greens receive and eke in Life ; One bowling trick avoid in moral play, Ah, never, never block your neighbour's way. These rules observed, a Man may play his game, On Bowling Greens, or through the World, with fame.
25 psl. - Life, like the Game of Bowls, is but an end, Which to play well, this moral verse attend. Throw not your bowl too rashly from your hand, First let its course by reason's eye be plann'd ; Lest it rolls useless o'er the verdant plain, Like heedless Life that finishes in vain. Know well your bias ; here the moral school Scarce needs a comment on the bowling rule ; Play not too wide, with caution eye your cast, Use not extent of Green, or Life, to waste : Nor yet too straight in Life observe...