The poetical works of the late Thomas Little, esqJames Carpenter, Old Bond Street., 1808 - 175 páginas |
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The Poetical Works of the Late Thomas Little, Esq. [pseud.] ... Thomas Moore Visualização integral - 1808 |
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beams Blank Verse blest bliss blushing boards bosom breast breath bright Catullus charms cheek dear dearest death deceiv'd delight Ditto dream e'en e'er eleg ev'ry fair fancy Farewell Bessy feel felt flow'r Foolscap Octavo forgive Four Vols friends girl giv'n glance gloom heart heav'n heav'nly Isabel JAMES CARPENTER JAMES MALTON joy remember'd Julia kiss Lesbia look look'd lov'd love thee Love's lover lyre maid mind mingle ne'er could sever never night nymph o'er OLD BOND STREET OVID passion pillow pity POEMS Price 11 Quarto Reuben ring Rosa Rose rove Rupert saint seem'd shine sigh sleep slumber smile SONG sorrow soul soul's steal swear sweet sweetest sweetly sylph tear tell thine THOMAS LITTLE THOMAS MOORE thou art thou gav'st thought Three Vols thrill Tibullus Timmol trembling twin'd warm weep youth
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Página 102 - A REFLECTION AT SEA. SEE how, beneath the moonbeam's smile, Yon little billow heaves its breast, And foams and sparkles for a while, And murmuring then subsides to rest. Thus man, the sport of bliss and care, Rises on Time's eventful sea ; And, having swell'da moment there, Thus melts into eternity ! AN INVITATION TO SUPPER TO MRS.
Página 133 - WHEN Time, who steals our years away, Shall steal our pleasures too, The memory of the past will stay, And half our joys renew.
Página 57 - NONSENSE. GOOD reader! if you e'er have seen, When Phoebus hastens to his pillow, The mermaids, with their tresses green, Dancing upon the western billow : If you have seen, at twilight dim, When the lone spirit's vesper hymn Floats wild...
Página 134 - Then fill the bowl, away with gloom, Our joys shall always last ; For hope shall brighten days to come. And memory gild the past.
Página 99 - TO WITH all my soul, then, let us part, Since both are anxious to be free ; And I will send you home your heart, If you will send back mine to me. We've had some happy hours together, But joy must often change its wing ; And spring would be but gloomy weather, If we had nothing else but spring. Tis not that I expect to find A more devoted, fond, and true one, With rosier cheek or sweeter mind — Enough for me that she's a new one.
Página 164 - I had been my own mistress too," said Dick, " before I had ever entertained a thought of you. Miss Wackles, I believed you true, and I was blest in so believing, but now I mourn that e'er I knew, a girl so fair yet so deceiving.