The Emigrants: Book II (Charlotte Smith Poems)
Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to ...
Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to ...
It is an old piano, belonged to a grandmother, dead in another century. And it plays and it cries and ...
Descriptive of the miseries of War; from a Poemcalled "The Emigrants," printed in 1793. TO a wild mountain, whose bare ...
STILL as the circling months successive climb,With ling'ring footsteps, up the steep of time,Bleak February frowns in his return,And crowns ...
Some prisoned moon in steep cloud-fastnesses,-Throned queen and thralled; some dying sun whose pyreBlazed with momentous memorable fire;-Who hath not ...
Light's patterns freeze:Frost on our faces.Light's pollen siftsThrough the lids of our eyes…Light sinks and rustsIn water; is brokenBy glass… ...
The things in his home the possession that he had collected his accumulated wealth like spoiled grains in the silos ...
It has been said that history isn't written by who was in the right; but by who was left, after ...
I RECOLLECT, that lately much I blamed, The sort of lover, avaricious named; And if in opposites we reason see, ...
Noises from underground made gibber some others collected & dug henry up saying 'You are a sight.' Chilly, he muttered ...
THESE, I, singing in spring, collect for lovers, (For who but I should understand lovers, and all their sorrow and ...
A WOMAN waits for me-she contains all, nothing is lacking, Yet all were lacking, if sex were lacking, or if ...
Light's patterns freeze: Frost on our faces. Light's pollen sifts Through the lids of our eyes ... Light sinks and ...
Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to ...
(Lines written in the Vale of Chamouni) 1 The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
I The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves, Now dark--now glittering--now reflecting gloom-- ...
Aunt Imogen was coming, and therefore The children-Jane, Sylvester, and Young George- Were eyes and ears; for there was only ...
Fear, like a living fire that only death Might one day cool, had now in Avon's eyes Been witness for ...
The Triumph of Wit Over Suffering Head alone shows you in the prodigious act Of digesting what centuries alone digest: ...
The memory of you emerges from the night around me. The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea. Deserted ...
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