Death's Doings; Consisting of Numerous Original Compositions, in Verse and Prose, the Friendly Contributions of Various Writers: Principally Intended as Illustrations of Thirty Copper-plates Designed and Etched by R. Dagley. From the 2d London Ed., with Considerable Additions, Bind 1C. Ewer, 1828 |
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... dear , Almost as if her lover were near . Little deemed she that letter would tell How that true lover fought and fell . The maiden read till her cheek grew pale- Yon drooping eye tells all the tale : She sees her own knight's last fond ...
... dear , Almost as if her lover were near . Little deemed she that letter would tell How that true lover fought and fell . The maiden read till her cheek grew pale- Yon drooping eye tells all the tale : She sees her own knight's last fond ...
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... dear domestic bliss- The fond embrace -- the husband's - father's - kiss- Bless'd tranquil hours to Love and Virtue given , Delicious joys that made thy home - a heaven ! Flown - and for ever ; -love - fame - virtue - sold For lucre ...
... dear domestic bliss- The fond embrace -- the husband's - father's - kiss- Bless'd tranquil hours to Love and Virtue given , Delicious joys that made thy home - a heaven ! Flown - and for ever ; -love - fame - virtue - sold For lucre ...
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... dear , departed throng , Of joys that wrung the heart , by contrast strong ; — Lost , lov'd delights that forc'd the frequent sigh , And chill'd the life - blood while they charm'd the eye ! Could he forget when first -- O thrilling ...
... dear , departed throng , Of joys that wrung the heart , by contrast strong ; — Lost , lov'd delights that forc'd the frequent sigh , And chill'd the life - blood while they charm'd the eye ! Could he forget when first -- O thrilling ...
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... and saw , At length , the young moon rise . And very long it seemed to me Before her zenith hour , When sleep and shade conspire to hide My passage to thy bower . I will not say - wake not , dear love THE SERENADE . 119.
... and saw , At length , the young moon rise . And very long it seemed to me Before her zenith hour , When sleep and shade conspire to hide My passage to thy bower . I will not say - wake not , dear love THE SERENADE . 119.
Side 120
... dear love , — I know thou wilt not sleep ; Wilt thou not from thy casement lean , And one lone vigil keep ? Ah ! only thus to see thee , love , And watch thy bright hair play Like gold around thine ivory arm , Is worth a world of day ...
... dear love , — I know thou wilt not sleep ; Wilt thou not from thy casement lean , And one lone vigil keep ? Ah ! only thus to see thee , love , And watch thy bright hair play Like gold around thine ivory arm , Is worth a world of day ...
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Side 358 - Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone ; The flowers appear on the earth ; The time of the singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land ; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, And the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Side 6 - All murder'd : for within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king Keeps Death his court, and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp, Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks...
Side 23 - Is it when spring's first gale Comes forth to whisper where the violets lie? Is it when roses in our paths grow pale? They have one season— all are ours to die...
Side 6 - Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks, Infusing him with self and vain conceit, As if this flesh which walls about our life Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus Comes at the last and with a little pin Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!
Side 25 - And said to the mountains and rocks, Fall on us, and hide us from the face of him that sitteth on the throne, and from the wrath of the Lamb: For the great day of his wrath is come; and who shall be able to stand?
Side 23 - ... round the joyous hearth; Night, for the dreams of sleep, the voice of prayer But all for thee, thou Mightiest of the earth! The banquet hath its hour, Its feverish hour of mirth, and song, and wine; There comes a day for grief's o'erwhelming power, A time for softer tears - but all are thine.
Side 22 - There is one glory of the sun, and another glory of the moon, and another glory of the stars; for one star differeth from another star in glory. So also is the resurrection of the dead.
Side 425 - Nay, let me tell you, there be many that have forty times our estates, that would give the greatest part of it to be healthful and cheerful like us, who, with the expense of a little money, have eat, and drank, and laughed, and angled, and sung, and slept securely ; and rose next day, and cast away care, and sung, and laughed, and angled again, which are blessings rich men cannot purchase with all their money.
Side 22 - Death. Day is for mortal care ; Eve, for glad meetings round the joyous hearth ; Night, for the dreams of sleep, the voice of prayer ,— But all for thee, thou Mightiest of the earth.
Side 417 - I mean, with inclinations to it, though both may be heightened by discourse and practice : but he that hopes to be a good angler, must not only bring an inquiring, searching, observing wit, but he must bring a large measure of hope and patience, and a love and propensity to the art itself; but having once got and practised it, then doubt not but Angling will prove to be so pleasant that it will prove to be, like virtue, a reward to itself.