Sonnet VI. To Hope (Charlotte Smith Poems)
OH, Hope! thou soother sweet of human woes.How shall I lure thee to my haunts forlorn?For me wilt thou renew ...
OH, Hope! thou soother sweet of human woes.How shall I lure thee to my haunts forlorn?For me wilt thou renew ...
Rose of the garden's roses, what pale wind Has scattered those flushed petals in an hour, And the close leaves ...
II shall dream! - shall dreamOf a whisper softFrom the lips divine,From the lips aloft,From the lips of Circe.IIAnd my ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
Tell me not here, it needs not saying, What tune the enchantress plays In aftermaths of soft September Or under ...
(i) introduction his home in ruins his parents gone frederick seeks to reclaim his throne to the golden mountain he ...
Do I see a contest yonder? See I miracles or pastimes? Beauteous urchins, five in number, 'Gainst five sisters fair ...
THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared, Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared. IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool, To ...
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
When I am dead, and doctors know not why, And my friends' curiosity Will have me cut up to survey ...
AN we suppress the old Remorse Who bends our heart beneath his stroke, Who feeds, as worms feed on the ...
To Thushari Williams Dear Thushie, the six months you spent with us Will never be forgotten, the long days you ...
Harp of the North, farewell! The hills grow dark, On purple peaks a deeper shade descending; In twilight copse the ...
SEE where the light streams over Connla's fountain Starward aspire! The sacred sign upon the holy mountain Shines in white ...
Where the sea forever dances Over lonely cliff and dune, Where sweet twilight's vapor glances In a warmer-glowing moon, Where ...
You see, the thing was this way -- there was me, That rode Panopply, the Splendor mare, And Ikey Chambers ...
Clora come view my Soul, and tell Whether I have contriv'd it well. Now all its several lodgings lye Compos'd ...
There by the window in the old house Perched on the bluff, overlooking miles of valley, My days of labor ...
A Fantasy, dedicated to the little poet Alice Oliver Henderson, ten years old. The Fantasy shows how tiger-hearts are the ...
Down the long hall she glistens like a star, The foam-born mother of Love, transfixed to stone, Yet none the ...
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