The poetical works of the late Thomas Little, esqJames Carpenter, 1819 - 176 pagina's |
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beam Bessy billow blest bliss blushing bosom breast breath bright Catullus charms cheek CHISWICK dawning light dear dearest death deceiv'd delight dream e'en e'er ELEGIAC Elysium EPIGRAM ev'ry fair fancy Fanny Farewell feel felt flow'r follies forgive friends gaze girl giv'n glance gloom heart Heav'n heav'nly hour improve Isabel joy remember'd JULIA kiss Lesbia look look'd lov'd love thee Love's lover lyre maid mem'ry mind mingle morn ne'er could sever never night nymph o'er OVID pain passion PHILLIS pity Poems pow'rs rapture Reuben ring Rosa Rose rov'd rove Rupert saint seem'd shade shrine sigh sleep slumber smile SONG sorrow soul soul's steal swear sweet sweeter sweetest sweetly sylph syren tears tell thine thou art thou'rt thought thrill Tibullus Timmol trembling Twas Twill twin'd warm weep youth
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Pagina xii - Medio de fonte leporum Surgit amari aliquid, quod in ipsis floribus angat*.
Pagina 100 - A REFLECTION AT SEA. SEE how, beneath the moonbeam's smile, Yon little billow heaves its breast, And foams and sparkles for a while, And murmuring then subsides to rest. Thus man, the sport of bliss and care, Rises on Time's eventful sea, And, having swelled a moment there, Thus melts into eternity ! A CHALLENGE.
Pagina 131 - WHEN Time, who steals our years away, Shall steal our pleasures too, The memory of the past will stay, And half our joys renew.
Pagina 56 - OooD reader ! if you e'er have seen, When Phoebus hastens to his pillow, The mermaids, with their tresses green, Dancing upon the western billow : If you have seen, at twilight dim, When the lone spirit's vesper hymn Floats wild along the winding shore : If...
Pagina 159 - Few have ever loved like me, — Oh ! I have loved thee too sincerely ! And few have e'er deceived like thee, Alas ! deceived me too severely ! Fare thee well ! yet think awhile On one whose bosom bleeds...
Pagina 49 - FRIEND of my soul! this goblet sip, 'Twill chase that pensive tear; Tis not so sweet as woman's lip, But, oh ! 'tis more sincere. Like her delusive beam, 'Twill steal away thy mind : But, like Affection's dream, It leaves no sting behind...
Pagina 132 - Then fill the bowl, away with gloom, Our joys shall always last ; For hope shall brighten days to come. And memory gild the past.
Pagina 39 - Oh ! why should Platonic control, love, Enchain an emotion so free ? Your soul, though a very sweet soul, love, Will ne'er be sufficient for me. If you think, by this coolness and scorning, To seem more angelic and bright, Be an angel, my love, in the morning, But, oh ! be a woman to-night ! TO ROSA.
Pagina 58 - ELEGIAC STANZAS*. How sweetly could I lay my head Within the cold grave's silent breast ; Where Sorrow's tears no more are shed, No more the ills of life molest. For, ah ! my heart, how very...
Pagina 109 - Dear creatures, &c. , tell me where the maid is found, Whose heart can love without deceit, And I will range the world around, To sigh one moment at her feet.