Verses and TranslationsDeighton, Bell, 1871 - 214 sider |
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... soul confided , Who dared to gaze on her - to do , I may say , much the same as I did . One night , I saw him squeeze her hand ; There was no doubt about the matter ; I said he must resign , or stand My vengeance - and he chose the ...
... soul confided , Who dared to gaze on her - to do , I may say , much the same as I did . One night , I saw him squeeze her hand ; There was no doubt about the matter ; I said he must resign , or stand My vengeance - and he chose the ...
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... . There is a youth , who keeps a ' crumpled Horn , ' ( Living next me , upon the selfsame story , ) And ever , ' twixt the midnight and the morn , He solaces his soul with Annie Laurie . The tune 30 TO MRS . GOODCHILD .
... . There is a youth , who keeps a ' crumpled Horn , ' ( Living next me , upon the selfsame story , ) And ever , ' twixt the midnight and the morn , He solaces his soul with Annie Laurie . The tune 30 TO MRS . GOODCHILD .
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Charles Stuart Calverley. He solaces his soul with Annie Laurie . The tune is good ; the habit p'raps romantic ; But tending , if pursued , to drive one's neighbours frantic . And now , —at this unprecedented hour , When the young Dawn ...
Charles Stuart Calverley. He solaces his soul with Annie Laurie . The tune is good ; the habit p'raps romantic ; But tending , if pursued , to drive one's neighbours frantic . And now , —at this unprecedented hour , When the young Dawn ...
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... the Census's enquiries Made upon the 15th ult . ? Still my soul is in its boyhood ; Nor of year or changes recks , Though my scalp is almost hairless , And my figure LINES SUGGESTED BY THE 14TH OF FEBRUARY "HIC VIR, HIC EST"
... the Census's enquiries Made upon the 15th ult . ? Still my soul is in its boyhood ; Nor of year or changes recks , Though my scalp is almost hairless , And my figure LINES SUGGESTED BY THE 14TH OF FEBRUARY "HIC VIR, HIC EST"
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... to rock the dreadful story That poor young Lycidas was gone to glory :) What would that lone and labouring soul have given , At that soft moment for a pewter pot ! How had the mists that dimmed his eye been riven BEER . 51.
... to rock the dreadful story That poor young Lycidas was gone to glory :) What would that lone and labouring soul have given , At that soft moment for a pewter pot ! How had the mists that dimmed his eye been riven BEER . 51.
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Achaians Achilles Adsis Agamemnon amor Atreus Beer blue Briseis brow caput caterva Chryse Clytemnestra dark dear Deus doth dream drink enim escutcheon eunt fair fibula fiery flower fremens gaze Gods gray green greges Hæc hand haply hath haud hear heart heaven Hera hora Houndsditch instar ipse Jamque Jove juvenes juventus Königswinter light linger Lyce Lycidas metu mind morn muse neath neque never night Numen nunc o'er Odit omne once Ostend Peleus Phoebus Apollo pipe prayer puer Quæ quam queis quicquid quid quod quoque quot rebus refert rose Scilicet semper shade sing sleep smile soft SORACTE soul stream sweet tell thee THEOCRITUS thine thing thou art thou shalt Thro tibi tidy little ultro unto usque venit vero viri walked wild winds wing young youth
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Side 106 - Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream : Ah me ! I fondly dream, Had ye been there...
Side 102 - Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear. Begin then, Sisters of the sacred well, That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring; Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string.
Side 114 - The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread: Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Side 196 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Side 118 - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves; Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the saints above In solemn troops, and sweet societies That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Side 112 - Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep and intrude and climb into the fold ! Of other care they little reckoning make Than how to scramble at the shearers' feast, And shove away the worthy bidden guest.
Side 116 - Weep no more, woeful Shepherds weep no more, For Lycidas your sorrow is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the wat'ry floor, So sinks the day-star in the Ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with...
Side 112 - Last came, and last did go The pilot of the Galilean lake; Two massy keys he bore of metals twain (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain) ; He shook his mitred locks, and stern bespake: 'How well could I have spared for thee, young swain, Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake Creep and intrude and climb into the fold!
Side 194 - And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle.
Side 108 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.