English Minstrelsy: Being a Selection of Fugitive Poetry from the Best English Authors; with Some Original Pieces, Hitherto Unpublished, Volume 1Walter Scott |
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... vain ! Fond hopes , that anchor on so false a ground ! Fond love , to love what could not love again ! Fond heart , thus fired with love , in hope thus drown'd Fond thoughts , fond heart , fond hope ; but fondest I , the wind , and love ...
... vain ! Fond hopes , that anchor on so false a ground ! Fond love , to love what could not love again ! Fond heart , thus fired with love , in hope thus drown'd Fond thoughts , fond heart , fond hope ; but fondest I , the wind , and love ...
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... vain delights , As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly ! There's nought in this life sweet , If man were wise to see't , But only Melancholy ! Welcome , folded arms , and fixed eyes , A sigh that piercing mortifies , A ...
... vain delights , As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly ! There's nought in this life sweet , If man were wise to see't , But only Melancholy ! Welcome , folded arms , and fixed eyes , A sigh that piercing mortifies , A ...
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... But want and ask the tongue of man . Go search among your idle dreams , Your busy or your vain extremes ; And find a life of equal bliss , Or own the next begun in this . XVIII . TO SIR GODFREY KNELLER . ADDISON . KNELLER 46.
... But want and ask the tongue of man . Go search among your idle dreams , Your busy or your vain extremes ; And find a life of equal bliss , Or own the next begun in this . XVIII . TO SIR GODFREY KNELLER . ADDISON . KNELLER 46.
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... Unpublished Walter Scott. Your crowded altars still shall smoke , And man your friendly aid invoke Jove shall again revere your power , And rise a swan , or fall a shower . XX . THE QUIDNUNKI'S.- -GAY . How vain are mortal 56.
... Unpublished Walter Scott. Your crowded altars still shall smoke , And man your friendly aid invoke Jove shall again revere your power , And rise a swan , or fall a shower . XX . THE QUIDNUNKI'S.- -GAY . How vain are mortal 56.
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... vain are mortal man's endeavours ! ( Said , at Dame Elliot's , * Master Travers , ) Good Orleans dead ! in truth ' tis hard : Oh , may all statesmen die prepared ! I do foresee , ( and for foreseeing He equals any man in being , ) The ...
... vain are mortal man's endeavours ! ( Said , at Dame Elliot's , * Master Travers , ) Good Orleans dead ! in truth ' tis hard : Oh , may all statesmen die prepared ! I do foresee , ( and for foreseeing He equals any man in being , ) The ...
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Page 84 - O'erhang his wavy bed: Now air is hush'd, save where the weak-eyed bat With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises, 'midst the twilight path Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum...
Page 210 - Our portion is not large, indeed ; But then how little do we need ! For Nature's calls are few : In this the art of living lies, To want no more than may suffice, And make that little do.
Page 89 - There must thou wake perforce thy Doric quill; Tis Fancy's land to which thou sett'st thy feet; Where still, 'tis said, the fairy people meet, Beneath each birken shade, on mead or hill. There, each trim lass, that skims the milky store, To the swart tribes their creamy bowls allots ; By night they sip it round the cottage door, While airy minstrels warble jocund notes.
Page 22 - Hence, all you vain delights, As short as are the nights, Wherein you spend your folly : There's nought in this life sweet If man were wise to see't, But only melancholy...
Page 217 - No sedge-crowned sisters now attend, Now waft me from the green hill's side, Whose cold turf hides the buried friend...
Page 65 - TIMELY blossom, Infant fair, Fondling of a happy pair, Every morn and every night Their solicitous delight, Sleeping, waking, still at ease, Pleasing, without skill to please ; Little gossip, blithe and hale, Tattling many a broken tale, Singing many a tuneless song, Lavish of a heedless tongue ; Simple maiden, void of art, Babbling out the very heart, Yet...
Page 89 - But think far off how, on the southern coast, I met thy friendship with an equal flame!
Page 90 - These are the themes of simple, sure effect, That add new conquests to her boundless reign, And fill, with double force, her heart-commanding strain.
Page 43 - The silent heart, which grief assails, Treads soft and lonesome o'er the vales, Sees daisies open, rivers run, And seeks (as I have vainly done) Amusing thought ; but learns to know That solitude 's the nurse of woe.
Page 40 - Happy the man, and happy he alone, He who can call to-day his own: He who, secure within, can say, To-morrow, do thy worst, for I have lived to-day. Be fair or foul, or rain or shine, The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine. Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.