The Maid Of Saxony; Or, Who’s The Traitor? – Act II (George Pope Morris Poems)
Scene I.Discovered. The stage represents a large apartment without the usual side-entrances. On the left hand is a row of long, old-fashioned ...
Scene I.Discovered. The stage represents a large apartment without the usual side-entrances. On the left hand is a row of long, old-fashioned ...
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold.Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold.To this the god of love ...
If any man, or maid, or child, wou'd fainThe life to come, eternal life! attain —Christ let him seek with ...
Dear exile from the hurrying crowd,At work I muse to you aloud;Thought on my anvil softens, glows,And I forget our ...
VESEY, of Verse the judge and friend,Awhile my idle strain attend:Not with the days of early Greece,I mean to ope ...
THE ARRIVALThe sunlight of a waning winter daySent one long ray, aflame, across the gloomWhere Ludovico, Count of Ventimiglia,Bowed his ...
IN life oft ills from self-imprudence spring;As proof, Candaules' story we will bring;In folly's scenes the king was truly great:His ...
I.Know then thyself, presume not God to scan;The proper study of mankind is man.Plac'd on this isthmus of a middle ...
NOT in a verdant varying vale,Not shelter'd by a wood,Not sweetly fann'd by zephyr's gale,Or margin'd by a flood,Whose gentle ...
'TWAS a dismal winter's evening, fast without came down the snow,But within, the cheerful fire cast a ruddy, genial glowO'er ...
IONE OF HIS ANIMAL STORIES Now, Tudens, you sit on _this_ knee--and 'scuse It having no side-saddle on;--and, Jeems, You sit on _this_--and ...
TO serve the shop as 'prentice was the lot;Of one who had the name of Nicaise got;A lad quite ignorant ...
Time with his pointed shafts has hitMy heart and split my gut, laid open my entrails,landed me a blow that ...
... Begin, ere thou dost older grow,Thy Saviour and thy God to know,His Statutes keep, his Word desire;So shall thy ...
_Written jointly with a particular Friend, after a conversationsimilar to the subject, with the Damon of the Story_. --------Believing love was ...
SILLIANDER and PATCH. THOU so many favours hast receiv'd, Wondrous to tell, and hard to be believ'd, Oh ! H—— D, to my lays attention lend, Hear how two lovers boastingly contend ; Like thee successful, such their bloomy youth, Renown'd alike for gallantry and truth. St. JAMES's bell had toll'd some wretches in, (As tatter'd riding-hoods alone could sin) The happier sinners now their charms put out, And to their manteaus their complexions suit : The opera queens had finish'd half their faces, And city-dames allready taken places ; Fops of all kinds to see the Lion, run ; The beauties stay till the first act's begun, And beaux step home to put fresh linen on. No well-dress'd youth in coffee-house remain'd, But pensive PATCH, who on the window lean'd ; And SILLIANDER, that alert and gay, First pick'd his teeth, and then began to say.SILLIANDER. Why all these sighs ? ah ! why so pensive grown ? Some cause there is that thus you sit alone. Does hapless passion all this sorrow move ? Or dost thou envy where the ladies love ?PATCH. If, whom they love, my envy must pursue, 'Tis sure, at least, I never envy You.SILLIANDER. No, I'm unhappy, You are in the right, 'Tis You they favour, and 'tis Me they slight. Yet I could tell, but that I hate to boast, A club of ladies where 'tis Me they toast.PATCH. Toasting does seldom any favour prove ; Like us, they never toast the thing they love. A certain Duke one night my health begun ; With chearful pledges round the room it run, Till the young SILVIA press'd to drink it too, Started, and vow'd she knew not what to do : What, drink a fellow's health ! she dy'd with shame : Yet blush'd whenever she pronounc'd my name.SILLIANDER. Ill fates pursue me, may I never find The dice propitious, or the ladies kind, If fair Miss FLIPPY's fan I did not tear, And one from me she condescends to wear.PATCH. Women are always ready to receive ; 'Tis then a favour when the sex will give. A lady (but she is too great to name) Beauteous in person, spotless is her fame, With gentle strugglings let me force this ring ; Another day may give another thing.SILLIANDER. I cou'd say something — see this billet-doux — And as for presents — look upon my shoe — These buckles were not forc'd, nor half a theft, But a young Countess fondly made the gift.PATCH. My Countess is more nice, more artful too, Affects to fly that I may fierce pursue : This snuff-box which I begg'd, she still deny'd, And when I strove to snatch it, seem'd to hide ; She laugh'd and fled, and as I sought to seize, With affectation cramm'd it down her stays : Yet hop'd she did not place it there unseen, I press'd her breasts, and pull'd it from between.SILLIANDER. Last night, as I stood ogling of her Grace, Drinking delicious poison from her face, The soft enchantress did that face decline, Nor ever rais'd her eyes to meet with mine ; With sudden art some secret did pretend, Lean'd cross two chairs to whisper to a friend, While the stiff whalebone with the motion rose, And thousand beauties to my sight expose.PATCH. Early this morn — (but I was ask'd to come) I drank bohea in CÆLIA's dressing-room : Warm from her bed, to me alone within, Her night-gown fasten'd with a single pin ; Her night-cloaths tumbled with resistless grace, And her bright hair play'd careless round her face ; Reaching the kettle, made her gown unpin, She wore no waistcoat, and her shift was thin.SILLIANDER. See TITIANA driving to the park, Hark ! let us follow, 'tis not yet too dark ; In her all beauties of the spring are seen, Her cheeks are rosy, and her mantle green.PATCH. See, TINTORETTA to the opera goes ! Haste, or the crowd will not permit our bows ; In her the glory of the heav'ns we view, Her eyes are star-like, and her mantle blue.SILLIANDER. What colour does in CÆLIA's stockings shine ? Reveal that secret, and the prize is thine.PATCH. What are her garters ! tell me if you can ; I'll freely own thee for the happier man. Thus PATCH continued his heroic strain, While SILLIANDER but contends in vain. After a conquest so important gain'd, Unrival'd PATCH in ev'ry ruelle reign'd. (Mary Wortley Montagu)
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SELL old Robin, do you say? Well, I reckon not today!I have let you have your way with the land,With ...
The following lines were suggested by the circumstance of a boat, from the Faro Islands, stopping at Lerwick, on her ...
I NEVER shall furgit that night when father hitched up Dobbin,An' all us youngsters clambered in an' down the road ...
NO classic warrior tempts my pen To fill with verse these pages-No lordly-hearted man of men My Muse's thought engages.Let others choose ...
WE are two travellers, Roger and I. Roger 's my dog.-Come here, you scamp!Jump for the gentlemen,-mind your eye! Over the table,-look ...
To the lower Hall of Valhalla, to the heroes of no renown,Relieved from his spell at the listening-post, came Rifleman ...
I have often thought there's a power Unknown to science or art, That opens and closes the portals That lead to the human ...
DEAR Agnes, gleamed with joy and dashed with tears,O'er us have glided almost sixty yearsSince we on Bothwell's bonny braes ...
Rise with the cock, and clap each flutt'ring wing,In grateful hymns exultingly rejoice —Early to God, each Sunday morning, singWith ...
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To William Morris PiersonOf the wealth of facts and fancies That our memories may recall,The old school-day romances Are the dearest, after ...
There was once a town, the inhabitants of which were so passionately fondof poetry,that if some weeks passed by without ...
IF truth give pleasure, surely we should try;To found our tales on what we can rely;Th' experiment repeatedly I've made,And ...
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