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... his return : But all heves are fafe ; with heart elate , Tho ' poor and plunder'd , he abfolves his fate ! R.Corbould del . Heath R.A.sap . In moody Sadness on 10 ELEGIAC SONNETS . LXX Seaman return who had been impri foned at Rochfort.
... his return : But all heves are fafe ; with heart elate , Tho ' poor and plunder'd , he abfolves his fate ! R.Corbould del . Heath R.A.sap . In moody Sadness on 10 ELEGIAC SONNETS . LXX Seaman return who had been impri foned at Rochfort.
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... poor Slave shakes the unworthy bonds away Which crush'd her ! -Lo ! the radiant ftar of day Lights up this lovely scene anew - My fate Nor hope nor joy illumines - Nor for me Return those rofy hours which here I used to fee ! VOL . II ...
... poor Slave shakes the unworthy bonds away Which crush'd her ! -Lo ! the radiant ftar of day Lights up this lovely scene anew - My fate Nor hope nor joy illumines - Nor for me Return those rofy hours which here I used to fee ! VOL . II ...
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... poor and old , Whom cold , reluctant , Parish Charity Configns to mingle with his kindred mold ? Mourn'ft thou , that here the time - worn fufferer ends Those evil days ftill threatening woes to come ; Here , where the friendless feel ...
... poor and old , Whom cold , reluctant , Parish Charity Configns to mingle with his kindred mold ? Mourn'ft thou , that here the time - worn fufferer ends Those evil days ftill threatening woes to come ; Here , where the friendless feel ...
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... the dim grey horizon now faintly appears ; She flies to the quay , dreading tidings of ruin , All breathless with hafte , half expiring with fears . Poor mourner ! -I would that my fortune had left THE FEMALE EXILE . 39.
... the dim grey horizon now faintly appears ; She flies to the quay , dreading tidings of ruin , All breathless with hafte , half expiring with fears . Poor mourner ! -I would that my fortune had left THE FEMALE EXILE . 39.
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And Other Poems, by Charlotte Smith. ... Charlotte Smith. Poor mourner ! -I would that my fortune had left me The means to alleviate the woes I deplore ; But like thine my hard fate has of affluence bereft me , I can warm the cold heart ...
And Other Poems, by Charlotte Smith. ... Charlotte Smith. Poor mourner ! -I would that my fortune had left me The means to alleviate the woes I deplore ; But like thine my hard fate has of affluence bereft me , I can warm the cold heart ...
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Page 138 - D'erbe novelle e di novelli amori; Tu torni ben, ma teco Non tornano i sereni E fortunati dì delle mie gioie: Tu torni ben, tu torni; Ma teco altro non torna, Che del perduto mio caro tesoro La rimembranza misera e dolente. Tu quella se', tu quella Ch'eri pur dianzi sì vezzosa e bella; Ma non son io già quel ch' un tempo fui Sì caro agli occhi altrui.
Page 138 - O primavera, gioventù de l'anno, bella madre di fiori, d'erbe novelle e di novelli amori, tu torni ben, ma teco non tornano i sereni e fortunati di de le mie gioie; tu torni ben, tu torni, ma teco altro non torna che del perduto mio caro tesoro la rimembranza misera e dolente. Tu quella se...
Page 139 - It is worthy the observing, that there is no passion in the mind of man so weak, but it mates ' and masters the fear of death; and therefore death is no such terrible enemy when a man hath so many attendants about him that can win the combat of him. Revenge triumphs over death ; Love slights it; Honour aspireth to it; Grief flieth to it; Fear pre-occupateth it...
Page 77 - A various wreath I wove, Of laughing Spring's luxuriant sweets, To deck ungrateful love: The rose or thorn my numbers crown'd As Venus smil'd, or Venus frown'd, But love and joy, and all their train are flown.
Page 81 - Must lose their magic, and their power to please ; Too swiftly fled, the rosy hours of youth Shall yield their fairy-charms to mournful Truth ; Even now, a mother's fond prophetic fear Sees the dark train of human ills appear; Views various fortune for each lovely child, Storms for the bold, and anguish for the mild ; Beholds already those expressive eyes Beam a sad certainty of future sighs ; And dreads each suffering those dear breasts may know In their long passage through a world of woe; Perchance...
Page 76 - Ceres' shrine ; For dull to humid eyes appear The golden glories of the year ; Alas ! a melancholy worship's mine ! I hail the goddess for her scarlet flower. Thou brilliant weed That dost so far exceed The richest gifts gay Flora can bestow, Heedless I pass'd thee in Life's morning hour (Thou comforter of woe), Till Sorrow taught me to confess thy power.
Page 35 - Tho' o'er his coffin with the humid earth No children drop the unavailing tear? Rather rejoice that here his sorrows cease, Whom sickness, age, and poverty oppress'd; Where Death, the Leveller, restores to peace The wretch who living knew not where to rest. Rejoice, that tho...
Page 124 - Temper'd with drugs of sovereign use, to assuage The boiling bosom of tumultuous rage ; To clear the cloudy front of wrinkled Care, And dry the tearful sluices of Despair : Charm'd with that virtuous draught, the exalted mind All sense of woe delivers to the wind.
Page 79 - By thee the hopeless die! Oh! ever "friendly to despair," Might Sorrow's pallid votary dare, Without a crime, that remedy implore, Which bids the spirit from its bondage fly, I'd court thy palliative aid no more; No more I'd sue that thou shouldst...
Page 125 - Not that Nepenthes which the wife of Thone In Egypt gave to Jove-born Helena Is of such power to stir up joy as this, To life so friendly, or so cool to thirst.