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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... hour ; Oh , grant to cheer me through the night , A ray of thy transcendent light . I love that hour , when day recedes , And evening's dew is on the leaves ; When nightingales are warbling soft , Their syren notes on boughs aloft ; 4 ...
... hour ; Oh , grant to cheer me through the night , A ray of thy transcendent light . I love that hour , when day recedes , And evening's dew is on the leaves ; When nightingales are warbling soft , Their syren notes on boughs aloft ; 4 ...
2 psl.
... hour , So sweet its spell - so soft its pow'r . That which succeeds to eve's decline , Is finer far , far more sublime : As Sol withdraws his farewell beam , Gloom gives fresh int'rest to the scene ; Enchants us more , as less reveal'd ...
... hour , So sweet its spell - so soft its pow'r . That which succeeds to eve's decline , Is finer far , far more sublime : As Sol withdraws his farewell beam , Gloom gives fresh int'rest to the scene ; Enchants us more , as less reveal'd ...
7 psl.
... Yet oft Imagination's pow'r Recalls her loveliness to view ; Veil'd in the sorrows of the hour , When neither could proclaim - Adieu ! A parting tribute here I give , Oh , Mary Ode to my Summer House 14 Farewell, to my Ivy-clad.
... Yet oft Imagination's pow'r Recalls her loveliness to view ; Veil'd in the sorrows of the hour , When neither could proclaim - Adieu ! A parting tribute here I give , Oh , Mary Ode to my Summer House 14 Farewell, to my Ivy-clad.
8 psl.
... hour , when We for e'er must part ? When Death , perchance , shall me subdue , Or thee ! all lovely - as Thou art ! When both are gone , —our Friends may see , Some bard our plaintive tale will tell , How none were heavenly as Thee ...
... hour , when We for e'er must part ? When Death , perchance , shall me subdue , Or thee ! all lovely - as Thou art ! When both are gone , —our Friends may see , Some bard our plaintive tale will tell , How none were heavenly as Thee ...
9 psl.
... Copenhagen , in fell discord's hour , Bow'd to the terror of his godlike pow'r . When France and Spain , half daring , half afraid , Sail'd forth in quest of ' colonies and trade , ' Most vainly vaunting to the world at large , They'd.
... Copenhagen , in fell discord's hour , Bow'd to the terror of his godlike pow'r . When France and Spain , half daring , half afraid , Sail'd forth in quest of ' colonies and trade , ' Most vainly vaunting to the world at large , They'd.
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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...