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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... Fate's decree , For 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 ...
... Fate's decree , For 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 ...
9 psl.
... fate , Inherent gratitude impels my lays To venture an iota in His praise . Nor shall I condescend to count each deed , Which all who write can tell - who run can read ; But onward hasten to the brilliant few , That lost in admiration ...
... fate , Inherent gratitude impels my lays To venture an iota in His praise . Nor shall I condescend to count each deed , Which all who write can tell - who run can read ; But onward hasten to the brilliant few , That lost in admiration ...
15 psl.
... fate , Between thy state and mine ; But , unto which the palm is due , As more delightful of the two , Let Moralists define . My wife on me an arm reclines , Chaste , as on thee , thy ivy twines , My children bloom around ; * B Like ...
... fate , Between thy state and mine ; But , unto which the palm is due , As more delightful of the two , Let Moralists define . My wife on me an arm reclines , Chaste , as on thee , thy ivy twines , My children bloom around ; * B Like ...
26 psl.
... Guidance of THY WORD , Prepares to join his SIRE . MY TURN , most probably comes next ; ] Henceforth I'll life employ In peaceful cares , nor much be vext , So death but spares my BOY . Yet , by the wise decree of FATE , None.
... Guidance of THY WORD , Prepares to join his SIRE . MY TURN , most probably comes next ; ] Henceforth I'll life employ In peaceful cares , nor much be vext , So death but spares my BOY . Yet , by the wise decree of FATE , None.
27 psl.
John Hugman. Yet , by the wise decree of FATE , None shall his hour foresee ; In health or sickness , soon or late , He LEAVES , or FOLLOWS ME . When the last trumpet's awful strain Spreads fear through every LAND , Он , GOD ! say ...
John Hugman. Yet , by the wise decree of FATE , None shall his hour foresee ; In health or sickness , soon or late , He LEAVES , or FOLLOWS ME . When the last trumpet's awful strain Spreads fear through every LAND , Он , GOD ! say ...
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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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