The present moment is our ain, The neist we never saw!
The Mariner's Wife (1769), st. 6
Ah! fraudful malice! how shall wisdom's care Escape the poison of thy gilded snare!William Julius Mickle
In tears she utter'd as the frozen snow Touch'd by the spring's mild ray, begins to flow, So just began to melt his stubborn soul, As mild-ray'd pity o'er the tyrant stole; But destiny forbade: with eager zeal, Again pretended for the public weal, Her fierce accusers urged her speedy doom; Again dark rage diffused its horrid gloom O'er stern Alonzo's brow: swift at the sign, Their swords unsheathed around her brandish'd shine. O foul disgrace, of knighthood lasting stain, By men of arms a helpless lady slain!William Julius Mickle
And who can boast he never felt the fires, The trembling throbbings of the young desires, When he beheld the breathing roses glow, And the soft heavings of the living snow; The waving ringlets of the auburn hair, And all the rapturous graces of the fair! Oh! what defence, if fixt on him, he spy The languid sweetness of the stedfast eye! Ye who have felt the dear luxurious smart, When angel-charms oppress the powerless heart, In pity here relent the brow severe, And o'er Fernando's weakness drop the tear.William Julius Mickle
The dews of summer night did fall, The moon, sweet regent of the sky, Silvered the walls of Cumnor Hall And many an oak that grew thereby.William Julius Mickle
His very foot has music in't As he comes up the stairs.William Julius Mickle
Sae true his heart, sae smooth his speech, His breath like caller air, His very foot has music in 't, As he comes up the stair.William Julius Mickle
And will I see his face again! And will I hear him speak!William Julius Mickle
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