The poetical works of the late Thomas Little, esqWilliam Folds, 1801 - 127 pagina's |
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The Poetical Works of the Late Thomas Little, Esq. [i.e. T. Moore]. Thomas Moore Volledige weergave - 1801 |
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Aristippus beam betray'd blest bliss blushing bosom breast breath bright Catullus charms cheek dear dearest death delight divine doom'd dream e'er Epictetus Epig EPIGRAM ev'n fair fancy Farewell Bessy fear feel felt flowers folly forgive friends girl giv'n glance gloom heav'n heav'nly heaven's gate Isabel JULIA kiss light poetry lip's Little Queen little rosy look lov'd love thee love's lover luxury lyre maid melt midnight oil mind mingle morality morn murmur'd ne'er never night nymph OVID passion PASTO PHILLIS pity pleasure poem Reuben ring Rosa Rupert saint seem'd shine sigh sleep slumber smile SONG sorrow soul soul's stamp'd steal swear sweet sweetest sweetly tell thine thou art Thou lt thought thrill thy heart TIBULLUS timid tear trembling trifle twin'd wake wakeful eye wandering warm weep wild youth ΤΟ
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Pagina 99 - 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 swell'da moment there, Thus melts into eternity ! AN INVITATION TO SUPPER TO MRS.
Pagina viii - Bithynos liquisse campos et videre te in tuto ! o quid solutis est beatius curis ? cum mens onus reponit, ac peregrino labore fessi venimus larem ad nostrum desideratoque acquiescimus lecto.
Pagina ix - Eximia veste et victu convivia, ludi, pocula crebra, unguenta coronae serta parantur, nequiquam, quoniam medio de fonte leporum surgit amari aliquid quod in ipsis floribus angat...
Pagina 132 - Thou'lt still be young for me. And as thy lips the tear-drop chase Which on my cheek they find, So hope shall steal away the trace Which sorrow leaves behind ! Then fill the bowl— away with gloom...
Pagina 55 - t is love ! NONSENSE. \JOOD 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...
Pagina 131 - Time, who steals our years away, Shall steal our pleasures too, The memory of the past will stay, And half our joys renew.
Pagina 131 - And memory gild the past. Come, Chloe, fill the genial bowl, I drink to love and thee : Thou never canst decay in soul, Thou'lt still be young for me.