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... lips , And all the laurel - leaves about the lawn Suspended held a jewel at their tips , That glittered into light , where the moon's dawn Met from the cedar - trees with no eclipse . XX . 2 . We talked of home , and 24 SONNETS .
... lips , And all the laurel - leaves about the lawn Suspended held a jewel at their tips , That glittered into light , where the moon's dawn Met from the cedar - trees with no eclipse . XX . 2 . We talked of home , and 24 SONNETS .
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... lips all food refuse ? Well may a gloom upon thy spirits bow- Well may that holy tear thine eye suffuse : Alas ! that nightshade wreath compressed his brow ; Alas ! that mystery's veil was o'er his muse ! XXXII . MEMORIES OF BURNS . He ...
... lips all food refuse ? Well may a gloom upon thy spirits bow- Well may that holy tear thine eye suffuse : Alas ! that nightshade wreath compressed his brow ; Alas ! that mystery's veil was o'er his muse ! XXXII . MEMORIES OF BURNS . He ...
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... lip but melt , And in elysian joy our senses swim . Brief dream ! But long , long waking ! Though each hour Sheds over it a chillness from its wings ; Those tones have still a charm , and mem'ry's power , When aught of sorrow or ...
... lip but melt , And in elysian joy our senses swim . Brief dream ! But long , long waking ! Though each hour Sheds over it a chillness from its wings ; Those tones have still a charm , and mem'ry's power , When aught of sorrow or ...
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... lip once more caress'd My throbbing temples , and the loosen'd braid Of thy cool auburn hair at last allay'd The burning breathings that my neck oppressed . And then methought I slumber'd - but the brain , O'erwrought with deep ...
... lip once more caress'd My throbbing temples , and the loosen'd braid Of thy cool auburn hair at last allay'd The burning breathings that my neck oppressed . And then methought I slumber'd - but the brain , O'erwrought with deep ...
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... and my brain Is fever'd by thy kisses . Stay by me ! Take my Endymion , read some touching strain On wasting love — or with some melody O soothe my bosom into peace again ! LXXII . On her blue lip , and on her 76 SONNETS .
... and my brain Is fever'd by thy kisses . Stay by me ! Take my Endymion , read some touching strain On wasting love — or with some melody O soothe my bosom into peace again ! LXXII . On her blue lip , and on her 76 SONNETS .
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
Adieu amid aught Bard beauteous flower beauty behold blessing breast breath bright brow calm charm cheer CHRYSANTHEMUMS daisy dandy poets dear deep delight didst dost dream dwell e'er ENDYMION fading Fancy feel fragrance gaze gleam hand happy harp hath hear heart Heaven holy hope hour humble HUNDRED SONNETS idolatry iron heel labour Life's light light from Heaven lips LONDON lone love song lyre manly Medway melodious memory memory's mind moan morn Muse ne'er neath night nought o'er Oppression's passion path peace poet poet's pride PRINTED BY WILLOUGHBY pure Romeo and Juliet round scenes scorn selfish sentiment Shine sleep smile SMITHFIELD sorrow soul Spring sublime sweet sympathy tears temples tender thee thine thou Thou'lt thoughts that elevate throng thy spirit toil tones touching strain trifling truth tyrants unto vale veil voice warble warm wearied wild WILLOUGHBY AND CO wing wisp woke yearn'd
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30 psl. - As age accumulates upon thy brow, And all thine energies become less warm, Securely rest on my more vigorous arm, — Time the protectorship reverses now. If, by God's blessing, health and strength allow, My toil shall comfort thee ; secure from harm, No dread of want thy last days shall alarm, Nor workhouse insolence thy spirit bow.
30 psl. - God's blessing, health and strength allow, My toil shall comfort thee ; secure from harm, No dread of want thy last days shall alarm, Nor workhouse insolence thy spirit bow. Mother, though dim thine eye, yet many a day, While blithe I sported, didst thou toil for me Along no path of flowers, but a rude way, Beset with hardship and with poverty.
28 psl. - Warm from my bosom in a gushing flood My best affections still to thee incline ; Thy breast has been to me a holy shrine Where love unselfish, glowing gratitude, With all that makes us kind, or leaves us good, In one unchanging sentiment combine. I hold naught dearer than thy power to bless, As o'er the varied scenes of life I rove — Not e'en the warm impassionate caress Meeting or parting with the maid I love : A mother's love ! while I such boon possess, I scarce would change my state with saints...
7 psl. - Withjoy,that thou thy watchdidst safely keep. Samaritan of life ! with pitying smile, When tired nature fails upon the road, Thou giv'st thy blessing to the sons of toil, Loos'ning the bandage of their wearying load : Though gold may win it not by chaffering wile, Unasked upon contentment 'tis bestowed.
28 psl. - I. Mother ! thou know'st how truly I am thine By ties of sympathy as well as blood ; Warm from my bosom, in a gushing flood, My best affections still to thee incline ; Thy breast has been to me a holy shrine, Where love unselfish, glowing gratitude, With all that makes us kind, or leaves us good, In one unchanging sentiment combine. I hold naught dearer than thy power to bless, As o'er the varied scenes of life I rove — Not e'en the warm, impassionate caress, Meeting or parting with the maid I...
29 psl. - ... Untiring, eager, generous, and true, Thy tenderness did with my years keep pace, Seeking all sorrow from my brow to chase, And holding truth and virtue up to view. Thanks ! grateful thanks ! I have not all deserved, I plead me guilty to a wayward will ; Tet thou didst chide so mildly when I swerved, That 1 returned to love thee better still ; Thy warning counsel has my spirit nerved, And proved an antidote to many an ill. As age accumulates upon thy brow, And all thine energies become less warm,...
80 psl. - ... movings of the Muse's powers ? Nay. For the sunlight that gilds up the towers Of princes — in the sheltered lane reveals The beauty of the primrose, — and unseals Phials of fragrance in the violet's bowers. For Poetry can glad, illume, sustain, And dignify the humblest heart she sways : And though the world the trifles may disdain, Still dear unto the Poet are his lays. And whoso seeketh shall not seek in vain, For joys abundant in her pleasant ways.