Poems, Volume 1Biggs and Cottle, 1799 - 232 pages |
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Page 151 - Who is she, the poor maniac, whose wildly-fixed eyes Seem a heart overcharged to express ! She weeps not, yet often and deeply she sighs ; She never complains, but her silence implies The composure of settled distress.
Page 154 - I'll wager a dinner," the other one cried, " That Mary would venture there now." " Then wager and lose," with a sneer he replied, " I'll warrant she'd fancy a ghost by her side, And faint if she saw a white cow.
Page 58 - Go thou and seek the house of prayer ! I to the woodlands bend my way, And meet religion there. She needs not haunt the high-arched dome to pray Where storied windows dim the doubtful day: With liberty she loves to rove...
Page 158 - God ! what cold horror thrilled through her heart, When the name of her Richard she knew. Where the old abbey stands, on the common hard by, His gibbet is now to be seen ; Not far from the inn it engages the eye, The traveler beholds it, and thinks, with a sigh, Of poor Mary, the maid of the inn.
Page 152 - She loved, and young Richard had settled the day, And she hoped to be happy for life : But Richard was idle and worthless, and they Who knew him would pity poor Mary, and say, That she was too good for his wife.
Page 52 - In deep tranquillity. Not undelightful now to roam The wild heath sparkling on the sight ; Not undelightful now to pace The forest's ample rounds, And see the spangled branches shine, And mark the moss of many a hue That varies the old tree's brown bark, Or o'er the gray stone spreads.
Page 153 - Twas in autumn, and stormy and dark was the night, And fast were the windows and door ; Two guests sat enjoying the fire that burnt bright, And smoking in silence, with tranquil delight, They listened to hear the wind roar. " 'Tis pleasant," cried one, " seated by the fireside, To hear the wind whistle without.
Page 156 - Behind a wide column, half breathless with fear, She crept to conceal herself there : That instant the moon o'er a dark cloud shone clear, And she saw in the moonlight two ruffians appear, And between them a corpse did they bear.
Page 140 - There were Who form'd high hopes and flattering ones of thee, Young Robert! for thine eye was quick to speak Each opening feeling : should they not have known, If the rich rainbow on a morning cloud Reflects its radiant dyes, the husbandman Beholds the ominous glory, and foresees Impending storms...