The Poetical Works of Winthrop Mackworth Praed, Volumen1

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Página xxii - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days ; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.
Página 132 - His talk was like a stream which runs With rapid change from rocks to roses; It slipped from politics to puns; It passed from Mahomet to Moses; Beginning with the laws which keep The planets in their radiant courses, And ending with some precept deep For dressing eels or shoeing horses.
Página 52 - There was turning of keys and creaking of locks, As he took forth a bait from his iron box.
Página 139 - Dark was her hair, her hand was white ; Her voice was exquisitely tender ; Her eyes were full of liquid light ; I never saw a waist so slender ! Her every look, her every smile, Shot right and left a score of arrows ; I thought 'twas Venus from her isle, And wondered where she'd left her sparrows.
Página 49 - Companionless, for a mile or more, He traced the windings of the shore. Oh, beauteous is that river still, As it winds by many a sloping hill, And many a dim o'erarching grove, And many a flat and sunny cove, And terraced lawns, whose bright arcades The honeysuckle sweetly shades, And rocks, whose very crags seem bowers, So gay they are with grass and flowers...
Página 273 - So forward and farewell ! Toll ye my second, toll ! Fling high the flambeau's light, And sing the hymn for a parted soul Beneath the silent night ! The wreath upon his head, The cross upon his breast, Let the prayer be said and the tear be shed, So, — take him to his rest ! Call ye my whole, — ay, call The lord of lute and lay ; And let him greet the sable pall With a noble song to-day. Go, call him by his name ! No fitter hand may crave To light the flame of a soldier's fame On the turf of a...
Página 267 - I think poor beggars court St. Giles, Rich beggars court St. Stephen ; And Death looks down with nods and smiles, And makes the odds all even. I think some die upon the field, And some upon the billow, And some are laid beneath a shield, And some beneath a willow.
Página 185 - Twere idle, or worse, to recall ;— I know you're a terrible rover ; But, Clarence, you'll come to our Ball ! It's only a year since, at College, You put on your cap and your gown; But, Clarence...
Página 241 - LAUGH on, fair Cousins, for to you All life is joyous yet ; Your hearts have all things to pursue, And nothing to regret ; And every flower to you is fair : And every month is May : You've not been introduced to Care, — Laugh on, laugh on to-day...
Página 50 - The hungry and keen on the top are leaping, The lazy and fat in the depths are sleeping ; Fishing is fine when the pool is muddy, Broiling is rich when the coals are ruddy !" In a monstrous fright, by the murky light, He looked to the left and he looked to the right, And what was the vision close before him, That flung...

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