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Article ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF BROTHER JOHN MILLS, COMEDIAN, OF THE THEATRE ROYAL, HULL. ← Page 2 of 2 Article THE KISS. Page 1 of 1
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Elegy On The Death Of Brother John Mills, Comedian, Of The Theatre Royal, Hull.
At the bare thought associate fancies croud , Startled Reflection lifts th' oblivious veil ; ^ And magic Mem ' ry tears the new-clos'd shroud , Raising to momentary life the friend I wail I See him with sprightly ardour raise the strain , And claim un ' rivall'd all the comic throne—How loudly echoed yonder shouting lain
p , When frolic Humour clasp'd him as her own , When vacant Folly mantled o ' er his cheek , Or side-long Archness vvantori'd in his eye , In what convulsive throes did Laughter break ! What shouts proclaim'd the mirthful master nigh 2 - Dim Age from hirh assum'd a feebler gait ; Blithe Youth with more than gamesome joys he crown'd }
Mirth laugh'd delighted at his wild estate ; And Wit , made keener , own'd th' improving sonnd . Now polar darkness a long winter's gloom Hath sullen shed upon his rayless eye ; Wide gape the horrors of the humid tomb ; His pale remains in clay-cold dullness lie . Slow strikes the death-bell in the dreary tow ' r
, And sighs responsive swell the last adieu ; ) Darkness involves the melancholy hour , And the clos'd grave shuts out the parting view ; - . And tho' no leader of the Muses' band His deathless laurel gives to wave on high , This weeping cypress Friendship ' s holy hand Here plants , to tell where his cold reliques lie !
The Kiss.
THE KISS .
WHEN Delia seiz'd in wanton jest The happy envy'd flute , In vain her balmy lips she press'd , The foolish thing was mute . But when return'd , I found , well-pleas'd . What Delia oft denied ;
I kiss'd the flute , my heart was eas'd , Spite of her virgin pride . If such deep floods of rapt'rous bliss O'erpow ' r the yielding soul From the cold tube ' s reflected kiss , How shall I bear controul ? Restraint is vain vain the brook
as T' oppose the soaring dove : " " I'll kiss away her angry look , And drink deep draughts of love . " """ ' ¦•"¦ ' Tj B *„
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Elegy On The Death Of Brother John Mills, Comedian, Of The Theatre Royal, Hull.
At the bare thought associate fancies croud , Startled Reflection lifts th' oblivious veil ; ^ And magic Mem ' ry tears the new-clos'd shroud , Raising to momentary life the friend I wail I See him with sprightly ardour raise the strain , And claim un ' rivall'd all the comic throne—How loudly echoed yonder shouting lain
p , When frolic Humour clasp'd him as her own , When vacant Folly mantled o ' er his cheek , Or side-long Archness vvantori'd in his eye , In what convulsive throes did Laughter break ! What shouts proclaim'd the mirthful master nigh 2 - Dim Age from hirh assum'd a feebler gait ; Blithe Youth with more than gamesome joys he crown'd }
Mirth laugh'd delighted at his wild estate ; And Wit , made keener , own'd th' improving sonnd . Now polar darkness a long winter's gloom Hath sullen shed upon his rayless eye ; Wide gape the horrors of the humid tomb ; His pale remains in clay-cold dullness lie . Slow strikes the death-bell in the dreary tow ' r
, And sighs responsive swell the last adieu ; ) Darkness involves the melancholy hour , And the clos'd grave shuts out the parting view ; - . And tho' no leader of the Muses' band His deathless laurel gives to wave on high , This weeping cypress Friendship ' s holy hand Here plants , to tell where his cold reliques lie !
The Kiss.
THE KISS .
WHEN Delia seiz'd in wanton jest The happy envy'd flute , In vain her balmy lips she press'd , The foolish thing was mute . But when return'd , I found , well-pleas'd . What Delia oft denied ;
I kiss'd the flute , my heart was eas'd , Spite of her virgin pride . If such deep floods of rapt'rous bliss O'erpow ' r the yielding soul From the cold tube ' s reflected kiss , How shall I bear controul ? Restraint is vain vain the brook
as T' oppose the soaring dove : " " I'll kiss away her angry look , And drink deep draughts of love . " """ ' ¦•"¦ ' Tj B *„