Faringdon Hill. Book II (Henry James Pye Poems)
The sultry hours are past, and Phobus nowSpreads yellower rays along the mountain's brow:The broken clouds unnumber'd tints display,Drinking the ...
The sultry hours are past, and Phobus nowSpreads yellower rays along the mountain's brow:The broken clouds unnumber'd tints display,Drinking the ...
Thy bounties, Love, in thy soft raptures, whenTimeliest the melting pairs indulge, and howBest to improve the genial joy, how ...
SCENE 1.-PROLOGUE IN HEAVEN. THE LORD AND THE HOST OF HEAVEN. ENTER THREE ARCHANGELS.RAPHAEL:The sun makes music as of oldAmid ...
DIET.Enough of Air. A desart subject now,Rougher and wilder, rises to my sight.A barren waste, where not a garland growsTo ...
THE SPIRE OF STRASBURG CATHEDRAL.Night and storm. LUCIFER, with the Powers of theAir, trying to tear down the Cross. _Lucifer._ HASTEN! ...
_Interlocutors_:LIBERIO. LAODONIO.LIB. Reclining in the shade of a cypress-tree, the enthusiast findinghis mind free from other thoughts, it happened that ...
ARGUMENT.THE Poem opens with an Allusion to bright Gems and noble Minds often shining amid Rubbish and Barrenness-Song of the ...
Dramatis Personae.Werner--Misanthrope.Manuel--a cottager.Albert--his son.Rebecca--wife to Manuel.Rose--his daughter.Spirits.An aerial chorus.A fountain near the summit of a mountain, from which, through adeep ...
All is well-in a prison-to-night, and the warders are crying 'All's Well!'I must speak, for the sake of my heart-if ...
(Old English Manner.)APPRENTICED.Come out and hear the waters shoot, the owlet hoot, the owlet hoot; Yon crescent moon, a golden boat, ...
PART I.Oh! that folk wad weel consider What it is to tyne a--name,What this warld is a' thegither, If bereft o' honest ...
'Non multo post, Gengulphus, in domo sua dormiens, occisus est a quodam clerico qui cum uxore sua adulterare solebat. Cujus ...
Philosophy.Happy the Man, who, studying Nature's Laws,Thro' known Effects can trace the secret Cause:Who, without Fear, his certain Fate can ...
Once on a time there walked a mariner, That had been shipwrecked;—on a lonely shore,And the green water made a restless ...
This craving 'tis that's Venus unto us:From this, engender all the lures of love,From this, O first hath into human ...
FATE AND SYMPATHY."NE'ER have I seen the market and streets so thoroughly empty!Still as the grave is the town, clear'd ...
INow Bioern, the son of Heriulf, had ill daysBecause the heart within him seethed with bloodThat would not be allayed ...
DOROTHEA.As the man on a journey, who, just at the moment of sunset,Fixes his gaze once more on the rapidly ...
The plaint and the advice of Dives hear,From hell's hot furnace, and outrageous flame,To his five brethren, and his kinsfolk ...
Wha was ance like Willie Gairlace, Wha in neeboring town or farm?Beauty's bloom shone in his fair face, Deadly strength was in ...
"_Old Jews!_" Well, David, aren't we? What news is that to make you see so red, To swear and almost tear your ...
Now Summer with her wanton court is goneTo revel on the south side of the world,And flaunt and frolic out ...
You think it is a sorry thing That I am blind. Your pitying Is welcome to me; yet indeed, I think I have but ...
I've left my own old home of homes, Green fields and every pleasant place;The summer like a stranger comes, I pause and ...
NATHAN BEANS and William Lambert were two wild New England boys,Known from infancy to revel only in forbidden joys.Many a ...
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)
There's a rather indistinct human anxiety all around in the day's light:on streets, in alleys, on tram line tracks and ...
1. E. LarionovaE. Larionova. Brunette. A colonel'sand a typist's daughter. Lookedat you like someone studying a clockface.She tried to help ...
Seeking wine, the drinker leaves home for the tavern.Perplexed, he asks, "Which path will take me there?"People show him different ...
The Jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's chair!Bishop, and abbot, and prior were there;Many a monk, and many a friar,Many a ...
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