The Poetical Works of Laman Blanchard With a Memoir by Blanchard Jerrold |
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LINES BY A Y---G L---Y OF F*SH---N.
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LINES BY A Y---G L---Y OF F*SH---N.
‘Who never told her love, but let concealment,’ &c.
‘She speaks, yet she says n*th---g.’—
R---o and J---t.
‘She speaks, yet she says n*th---g.’—
R---o and J---t.
Go, bid the st*rs forget to shine,
The o---n-tides to ebb and flow,
Bid fl---rs forget to blush and pine,
But bid not me to b*n*sh w*e!
The o---n-tides to ebb and flow,
Bid fl---rs forget to blush and pine,
But bid not me to b*n*sh w*e!
Thou can'st not guess my s*rr*w's source,
My pass---n's spring thou can'st not see;
Thou knowest not its depth and force,—
Thou dreamest not 'tis l*ve for th---!
My pass---n's spring thou can'st not see;
Thou knowest not its depth and force,—
Thou dreamest not 'tis l*ve for th---!
Fiercer than fires in Æ---a's breast
My s---cr---t burns in this lone h---t;
D---y brings no light, sl---p yields no rest,
And h---v---n no air, but where th---art.
My s---cr---t burns in this lone h---t;
D---y brings no light, sl---p yields no rest,
And h---v---n no air, but where th---art.
I listen to the w---nds at night,
They speak of th---in whispers fine;
In D---n's or Au---ra's light,
I see no beauty, none but th---!
They speak of th---in whispers fine;
In D---n's or Au---ra's light,
I see no beauty, none but th---!
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All l---ve save mine's an idle tale
Of Hy---n's torch and C---d's bow;
I envy Cl---p---ra's wail,
Or S---pho leaping, wild, below.
Of Hy---n's torch and C---d's bow;
I envy Cl---p---ra's wail,
Or S---pho leaping, wild, below.
For V---ry's pate holds for me---
Or G---nt---r's soup---no poison rare;
And leaping from a b---lc---y,
Were quite absurd---in Belg---ve Square.
Or G---nt---r's soup---no poison rare;
And leaping from a b---lc---y,
Were quite absurd---in Belg---ve Square.
My s---st---r raves of H---w---ll, Ja---s,
And thinks with dr---ss to ease my thrall;
She dreams not of d---vour---g flames
Beneath one's f---ty g---nea sh---wl!
And thinks with dr---ss to ease my thrall;
She dreams not of d---vour---g flames
Beneath one's f---ty g---nea sh---wl!
M---Ma to M---rt---r and St---rr,
Drags me with sweet maternal haste;
My p---rls of s---l they can't restore,
Nor l---fe's bright d---m---ds, turned to paste
Drags me with sweet maternal haste;
My p---rls of s---l they can't restore,
Nor l---fe's bright d---m---ds, turned to paste
P---pa and br---th---r N---d would win
My spirit forth to ball and rout;
They think of course to t---ke me in---
Alas! they only t---ke me out!
My spirit forth to ball and rout;
They think of course to t---ke me in---
Alas! they only t---ke me out!
In vain R---b---ni's sweetness now,
In vain Lab---che's boldest air;
In vain M---cr---dy plays---if th---,
Th---, the Ad---r'd one, art not there!
In vain Lab---che's boldest air;
In vain M---cr---dy plays---if th---,
Th---, the Ad---r'd one, art not there!
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Whilst thou, unbless'd with st---ck or l---nd,
Hast not one cr---wn per annum clear,
Thou knowest not that---‘here's my h---nd,
With f---ft---n th---s---d p---ds a year.’
Hast not one cr---wn per annum clear,
Thou knowest not that---‘here's my h---nd,
With f---ft---n th---s---d p---ds a year.’
And were it known, this pass---n wild,
Then d---th would at my h---rt---st---gs tug!
No, none shall know that th---art styled,
The H---n---r---ble Fr---nk F---tz M---gg!
Then d---th would at my h---rt---st---gs tug!
No, none shall know that th---art styled,
The H---n---r---ble Fr---nk F---tz M---gg!
1842.
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