Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . e quick-eyed lad readingHorace by stealth, took a liking to him, and sent him to the Government service, he rose in time to be Under-Secretary of State and Commissioner of Trade. Nothing can beimagined more airy and playful than the best of Priors ripened in French sunshine, and its glow still lingers over hisverse; as the elder Disraeli finely said of him, Prior drank Bur-gundy in its own vineyard. ODE. The merchant, to secure his
Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . e quick-eyed lad readingHorace by stealth, took a liking to him, and sent him to the Government service, he rose in time to be Under-Secretary of State and Commissioner of Trade. Nothing can beimagined more airy and playful than the best of Priors ripened in French sunshine, and its glow still lingers over hisverse; as the elder Disraeli finely said of him, Prior drank Bur-gundy in its own vineyard. ODE. The merchant, to secure his treasure, Conveys it in a borrowed name :Euphelia serves to grace my measure, But Chloe is my real flame. My softest verse, my darling lyre. Upon Euphelias toilet lay—When Chloe noted her desire That I should sing, that I should play. My lyre I tune, my voice I raise, But with my numbers mix my sighs ; And whilst I sing Euphelias praise,I fix my soul on Chloes eyes. Fair Chloe blushed : Euphelia frowned : I sung, and gazed ; I played, and trembled; And Venus to the Loves around Remarked how ill we all C««*)«*.3. SUNSET HY THE SEA. ^t^f
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