The Triumph Of Pleasure (Charlotte Dacre Poems)
"BEAUTY reclin'd beneath the shade; Blooming Health before her play'd; Her golden tresses kissed the wind. Meek Content, with placid ...
"BEAUTY reclin'd beneath the shade; Blooming Health before her play'd; Her golden tresses kissed the wind. Meek Content, with placid ...
"BLOW, mountain-breeze! all wild, like thee, Unfetter'd as thy wing, I rove; With airy step and spirit free, From snowy ...
It is not Beauty I demand, A crystal brow, the moon's despair, Nor the snow's daughter, a white hand, Nor ...
FAREWEL , sweet shelter of the vernal grove, For lo! sad Autumn, desolating pow'r!Along the vales thy faded beauties ...
NOW smiling nature gay appears, Sweet emblem of our happy years,When thoughtless of the wintry gloom, Old age, ...
I care not for the idle state Of Persia's king, the rich, the great! I envy not the ...
TIMELY blossom, infant fair, Fondling of a happy pair, Every morn and every night Their solicitous delight; Sleeping, waking, still ...
MEEK flow'ret! earliest child of Spring,Her bloomy tribe thy hand shall lead;Thou, first thy welcome boon to bring,From Winter's bondage ...
I walked in a half-mown flowering meadow by the sea's- Edge of the grass, where yesterday the mower went. Bloomy ...
HOW beautiful that earliest burst of light Which floodeth from the opening eyes of morn,When like a fairy palace ...
HAST thou not seen the blooming rose Turn to the God of day?Her fragrant treasures all disclose, Enchanted ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
There was a cherry-tree. Its bloomy snows Cool even now the fevered sight that knows No more its airy visions ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
Sweet is the dew that falls betimes, And drops upon the leafy limes; Sweet Hermon's fragrant air: Sweet is the ...
I O THOU, that sit'st upon a throne, With harp of high majestic tone, To praise the King of kings; ...
High, on the Solitude of Alpine Hills, O'er-topping the grand imag'ry of Nature, Where one eternal winter seem'd to reign; ...
Est brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se Impediat verbis lassas onerantibus aures: Et sermone opus est modo tristi, saepe ...
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward, Couched with her arms behind her golden head, Knees and tresses folded to ...
O Nightingale! that on yon bloomy spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still, Thou with fresh hope ...
I O Nightingale, that on yon bloomy Spray Warbl'st at eeve, when all the Woods are still, Thou with fresh ...
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