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... Maid of the Woodbine Vale . By Mr. Bristow To a Friend 112 March 4 , 1813. By the Rev. R. Polwhele ... ............ . Impromptu on Miss O'Reilly's Picture . By Eyles Irwin , Esq . 115 Ode to Genius . By Miss Mitford ........ 113 116 ...
... Maid of the Woodbine Vale . By Mr. Bristow To a Friend 112 March 4 , 1813. By the Rev. R. Polwhele ... ............ . Impromptu on Miss O'Reilly's Picture . By Eyles Irwin , Esq . 115 Ode to Genius . By Miss Mitford ........ 113 116 ...
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... maids , ye well may spy Your triumphs in your lovers ' eye : And ye , kind sportsmen , well may claim For gallant dogs scarce - rivall'd fame . And durst I sing , in vent'rous guise , Of ricks and turns , and falls and byes , And all ...
... maids , ye well may spy Your triumphs in your lovers ' eye : And ye , kind sportsmen , well may claim For gallant dogs scarce - rivall'd fame . And durst I sing , in vent'rous guise , Of ricks and turns , and falls and byes , And all ...
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... maids and ploughmen trod , Rich wains and prancing steeds . And first admire those beechen trees , Whose upper branches in the breeze , All bare and polish'd seem to freeze ; Whilst , feather'd like an archer's barb , Each lower bough ...
... maids and ploughmen trod , Rich wains and prancing steeds . And first admire those beechen trees , Whose upper branches in the breeze , All bare and polish'd seem to freeze ; Whilst , feather'd like an archer's barb , Each lower bough ...
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... Maids , ye are free ! But Freedom's prostituted sound To them was misery . Chas'd from their voluntary prison , They seem'd as from some earthquake risen , Where all they lov'd , where all they knew , Had vanish'd from their tear - dimm ...
... Maids , ye are free ! But Freedom's prostituted sound To them was misery . Chas'd from their voluntary prison , They seem'd as from some earthquake risen , Where all they lov'd , where all they knew , Had vanish'd from their tear - dimm ...
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... maid May dare approach her hallow'd shade ; Nor chant a requiem to each name That waken'd there to deathless fame ; Nor bid the Muse's blessing rest For ever in her honour'd breast . XI . Oh , when I dared the Muse to name , Did it not ...
... maid May dare approach her hallow'd shade ; Nor chant a requiem to each name That waken'd there to deathless fame ; Nor bid the Muse's blessing rest For ever in her honour'd breast . XI . Oh , when I dared the Muse to name , Did it not ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
arms bard beam beauty bend beneath blank verse blaze bless blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright brow Cantos charms cheek courser crown dark dear death dread Edward the Martyr EPIGRAM fade fair fame fancy fate feel fire flame flowers fond genius gloom glory glow grace grove hail harp hear heart heaven hope hour Hudibrastic light Lord lov'd lyre maid MARY RUSSELL MITFORD mind Monody mourn Muse night numbers nymph o'er pale Pindar plain pleasure Poem poetical poetry praise pride proud racters rapture reign rose round sacred scene shade shore sigh Small 8vo smile soft song SONNET sorrow soul spirit Stapelia Hirsuta storm strain stream sweet swell talents tear Theatre Royal thee Theodore Edward Hook thine thou thro toil trembling Twas vale verse versification voice volume wave wild wing wonder youth
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Página 12 - While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale.
Página 264 - And Moses went up from the plains of Moab unto the mountain of Nebo, to the top of Pisgah, that is over against Jericho. And the Lord shewed him all the land of Gilead, unto Dan...
Página 13 - Whilst the landscape round it measures ; Russet lawns and fallows gray, Where the nibbling flocks do stray ; Mountains, on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest ; Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks and rivers wide : Towers and battlements it sees Bosom'd high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some beauty lies, The cynosure of neighbouring eyes.
Página 14 - Then to come in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good morrow, Through the Sweet-Briar, or the Vine, Or the twisted Eglantine...
Página 562 - All fly to Twit'nam, and in humble strain Apply to me, to keep them mad or vain.
Página 13 - We at length reached the spot, whence Milton undoubtedly took most of his images; it is on the top of the hill, from which there is a most extensive prospect on all sides: the distant mountains that seemed to support the clouds, the villages and turrets, partly shaded...
Página 474 - THE .LAWYER'S FAREWELL TO HIS MUSE. As, by some tyrant's stern command, A wretch forsakes his native land, In foreign climes condemn'd to roam An endless exile from his home...
Página 49 - Art thou, my Gregory, for ever fled ! And am I left to unavailing woe ! When fortune's storms assail this weary. head, Where cares long since have shed untim'ely snow ! Ah, now for comfort whither shall I go ! No more thy soothing voice my anguish cheers : Thy placid eyes with smiles no longer glow, My hopes to cherish, and allay my fears. Tis meet that I should mourn : flow forth afresh, my tears.
Página 264 - And the Lord said unto him, This is the land which I sware unto Abraham, unto Isaac, and unto Jacob, saying, I will give it unto thy seed : I have caused thee to see it with thine eyes, but thou shalt not go over thither.
Página 14 - The poet's house was close to the church ; the greatest part of it has been pulled down, and what remains belongs to an adjacent farm. I am informed, that several papers, in Milton's own hand, were found by the gentleman who was last in possession of the estate.