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... hour , and not to love ; Since Love makes us perfect prove . Who can blame me ? SONG . LOVE , a child , is ever crying ; Please him , and he straight is flying ; Give him , he the more is craving , Never satisfied with having . His ...
... hour , and not to love ; Since Love makes us perfect prove . Who can blame me ? SONG . LOVE , a child , is ever crying ; Please him , and he straight is flying ; Give him , he the more is craving , Never satisfied with having . His ...
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... Death , Mildly resigns her noble breath . THE fatal hour of her short life drew near , That doubtful passage which the world doth fear ; Another company , who had not been Freed from their ANNA HUME To the Reader From the Triumph of Death.
... Death , Mildly resigns her noble breath . THE fatal hour of her short life drew near , That doubtful passage which the world doth fear ; Another company , who had not been Freed from their ANNA HUME To the Reader From the Triumph of Death.
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... hours curtailed from her sleep and other refreshments . " Philips in the Theat . Poet . gives the title of her work , the memory of which , he says , is not yet wholly extinct . From a Poem called Spring . Now goes the ploughman to his ...
... hours curtailed from her sleep and other refreshments . " Philips in the Theat . Poet . gives the title of her work , the memory of which , he says , is not yet wholly extinct . From a Poem called Spring . Now goes the ploughman to his ...
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... hour , I had no will to take up arms , And in the next , no power . How can you choose but win the day ? Who can resist your siege ? Who in one action know the way To vanquish and oblige ? Your voice , which can in melting strains Teach ...
... hour , I had no will to take up arms , And in the next , no power . How can you choose but win the day ? Who can resist your siege ? Who in one action know the way To vanquish and oblige ? Your voice , which can in melting strains Teach ...
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... hours of a young gentlewoman lately deceased ; who , in a remote country retirement , without omitting the daily care ... hour of her death ; in short , she died not only like a Christian , but like a Roman lady , and so became at once ...
... hours of a young gentlewoman lately deceased ; who , in a remote country retirement , without omitting the daily care ... hour of her death ; in short , she died not only like a Christian , but like a Roman lady , and so became at once ...
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ALICIA D'ANVERS ANNA HUME ANNA SEWARD Anne Askewe APHRA BEHN Astrea Auld Robin Gray authoress beam beauty beneath blest bloom Born bower breast breath bright brow Charlotte Smith charms cheek cheerful crown'd daughter dear death delight died divine dost doth drest eyes fair fate fear flame flowers fond gale gentle gloom glow grace green grief groves hast hear heart heaven honour hope hour lady light Lord lov'd maid mind morning mournful Muse ne'er never night nymph o'er pain pale passion pleas'd pleasure poems queen rise rose round roving mind Saint Monica scorn shade shew shine sigh silent sing smile soft SONG SONNET sorrow soul Spring stream sweet swelling tears tender thee THENOT thou thought thro trembling Twas verse vex'd voice wandering wave Whilst wife wild wind wing wyll youth
Popular passages
Page 370 - I'm no like to dee ; For O, I am but young to cry out, Woe is me ! I gang like a ghaist, and I carena much to spin ; I darena think o' Jamie, for that wad be a sin.
Page 429 - Yet more, the Depths have more! — What wealth untold Far down, and shining through their stillness lies! Thou hast the starry gems, the burning gold, Won from ten thousand royal Argosies. — Sweep o'er thy spoils, thou wild and wrathful Main!
Page 372 - Bout stacks wi' the lasses at bogle to play; But ilk ane sits drearie, lamenting her dearie— The Flowers of the Forest are a' wede away. Dool and wae for the order sent our lads to the Border ! The English, for ance, by guile wan the day; The Flowers of the Forest, that fought aye the foremost, The prime of our land, lie cauld in the clay.
Page 377 - Since trifles make the sum of human things, And half our misery from our foibles springs...
Page 264 - THE gorse is yellow on the heath, The banks with speedwell flowers are gay, The oaks are budding, and beneath The hawthorn soon will bear the wreath, The silver wreath of May. The welcome guest of settled spring...
Page 138 - When thro' the Gloom more venerable shows Some ancient Fabric, awful in Repose, While Sunburnt Hills their swarthy Looks conceal, And swelling Haycocks thicken up the Vale : When the loos'd Horse now, as his Pasture leads, Comes slowly grazing thro...
Page 30 - The fairest action of our human life Is -scorning to revenge an injury; For who forgives without a further strife, His adversary's heart to him doth tie. And 'tis a firmer conquest truly said, To win the heart, than overthrow the head.
Page 17 - The doubt of future foes exiles my present joy, And wit me warns to shun such snares as threaten mine annoy. For falsehood now doth flow, and subject faith doth ebb, Which would not be if reason ruled or wisdom weaved the web.
Page 19 - My care is like my shadow in the sun, Follows me flying, flies when I pursue it; Stands and lies by me, does what I have done, This too familiar care does make me rue it.
Page 369 - Gray came a-courtin' me. My father couldna work, and my mother couldna spin; I toil'd day and night, but their bread I couldna win; Auld Rob maintain'd them baith, and wi' tears in his e'e Said, 'Jennie, for their sakes, O, marry me!