Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea! Jehovah has triumph'd, - his people are free.
Charles Lamb (1775 - 1834)
Source: Sound the Loud Timbrel.
Contributed by: Zaady
Fly not yet; 't is just the hour When pleasure, like the midnight flower That scorns the eye of vulgar light, Begins to bloom for sons of night And maids who love the moon.
Source: Fly not yet.
Take all the pleasures of all the spheres, And multiply each through endless years,- One minute of heaven is worth them all.
Source: Paradise and the Peri.
Presents, I often say, endear absents.
Source: A Dissertation upon Roast Pig.
To live and die in scenes like this, With some we 've left behind us.
Source: As Slow our Ship.
I know not, I ask not, if guilt 's in that heart, I but know that I love thee whatever thou art.
Source: Come, rest in this Bosom.
Love on through all ills, and love on till they die.
Source: The Fire-Worshippers..
. . . who ran Through each mode of the lyre, and was master of all.
Source: On the Death of Sheridan.
And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen, The maiden herself will steal after it soon.
Source: Ill Omens.
The moon looks On many brooks, "The brook can see no moon but this."
Source: While Gazing on the Moon's Light.
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