The Poetical Works of Cuthbert Shaw: Collated with the Best EditionsJ. Sharpe, 1807 - 88 sider |
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Side 11
... Hours , days , and years , successively to roll , Nor ever more behold the comfort of my soul ? Was she not all my fondest wish could frame ? Did ever mind so much of Heaven partake ? Did she not love me with the purest flame , And give ...
... Hours , days , and years , successively to roll , Nor ever more behold the comfort of my soul ? Was she not all my fondest wish could frame ? Did ever mind so much of Heaven partake ? Did she not love me with the purest flame , And give ...
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... hour When Virtue shall renounce thy pow'r ; When thou no more shalt blot the face of day , Nor mortals tremble at thy rigid sway . Alas ! the day - where'er I turn my eyes , Some sad memento of my loss appears ; I fly the fatal house ...
... hour When Virtue shall renounce thy pow'r ; When thou no more shalt blot the face of day , Nor mortals tremble at thy rigid sway . Alas ! the day - where'er I turn my eyes , Some sad memento of my loss appears ; I fly the fatal house ...
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... hour , When , feeling Death's resistless pow'r , My hand she press'd , wet with her falling tears , And thus , in faultering accents , spoke her fears : - ' Ah , my lov'd lord , the transient scene is o'er , And we must part ( alas ...
... hour , When , feeling Death's resistless pow'r , My hand she press'd , wet with her falling tears , And thus , in faultering accents , spoke her fears : - ' Ah , my lov'd lord , the transient scene is o'er , And we must part ( alas ...
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... hours , that laughing wont to fleet away , Move heavily along ; Where's now the sprightly jest , the jocund song ? Time creeps unconscious of delight : How shall I cheat the tedious day ? And Othe joyless night ! Where shall I rest my ...
... hours , that laughing wont to fleet away , Move heavily along ; Where's now the sprightly jest , the jocund song ? Time creeps unconscious of delight : How shall I cheat the tedious day ? And Othe joyless night ! Where shall I rest my ...
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... hour , To shun the noisy paths of wealth and fame , And breathe our sorrows in this lonely bower . But why , alas ! to thee complain ! To thee - unconscious of my pain ! Soon shalt thou cease to mourn thy lot severe , And hail the ...
... hour , To shun the noisy paths of wealth and fame , And breathe our sorrows in this lonely bower . But why , alas ! to thee complain ! To thee - unconscious of my pain ! Soon shalt thou cease to mourn thy lot severe , And hail the ...
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ancient arms bard beauteous beauty behold beneath bids bless'd bliss blissful band bloom bosom bower breast breath CERINTHUS CHARLES WHITTINGHAM charms CORIOLANUS court crown'd Damon dear Delia delight divine Doddington E'en e'er Emma's eyes fair fame fate father fear fire fix'd flame flattering flowers fond genius gentle glorious glory goddess grace grief grove hand head hear heart Heaven honour hope hour Hymen immortal IMMORTAL bard John Sharpe Latium lord lov'd lover lyre maid mind MONODY Mount Edgecumbe Muse ne'er never night nymphs o'er pain passion peace Petrarch Pindus pleas'd poet praise pride race rage rais'd refin'd rills rove sacred scene shade shine sing skies smil'd smile soft song sorrow soul spring stranger stream SULPICIA sweet tears tell tender thee thine thought TIBULLUS vale Venus vex'd virtue voice wild wretched Yarrow youth
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Side 6 - Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year...
Side 5 - What time the daisy decks the green, Thy certain voice we hear ; Hast thou a star to guide thy path, Or mark the rolling year ? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers, And hear the sound of music sweet From birds among the bowers.
Side 58 - She guides the young with innocence, In pleasure's path to tread : A crown of glory she bestows Upon the hoary head. According as her labours rise, So her rewards increase ; Her ways are ways of pleasantness, And all her paths are peace.
Side 31 - The green-wood path to meet her brother : They sought him east, they sought him west, They sought him all the forest thorough ; They only saw the cloud of night, They only heard the roar of Yarrow...
Side 53 - Who through this weary pilgrimage Hast all our fathers led. 2 Our vows, our prayers, we now present Before thy throne of grace : God of our fathers ! be the God Of their succeeding race.
Side 64 - Though now ascended up on high, He bends on earth a brother's eye : Partaker of the human name, He knows the frailty of our frame.
Side 65 - Our fellow-sufferer yet retains A fellow-feeling of our pains ; And still remembers in the skies His tears, His agonies, and cries.
Side 62 - Let earth his praise resound : Ye who upon the ocean dwell, And fill the isles around.
Side 57 - In early years Thou wast my guide, And of my youth the friend ; And as my days began with Thee, With Thee my days shall end.
Side 64 - WHERE high the heavenly temple stands, The house of God not made with hands, A great High Priest our nature wears, The guardian of mankind appears.