The Lay Of Marie – Canto First (Matilda Betham Poems)
The guests are met, the feast is near, But Marie does not yet appear! And to her vacant seat on high Is lifted ...
The guests are met, the feast is near, But Marie does not yet appear! And to her vacant seat on high Is lifted ...
Some, fearing Marie's tale was o'er, Lamented that they heard no more; While Brehan, from her broken lay, Portended what she yet might ...
"Careless alike who went or came, I seldom ask'd the stranger's name, When such a being came in view As eagerly the question ...
FROM Adam's lapse, this useful lesson learn,"As the least sin, there's nothing costs so much"Thence, too, the danger thou may'st ...
(Written in her sixteenth year)BRIGHTLY o'er spire, and dome, and tower,The pale moon shone at midnight hour,While all beneath her ...
Oh, what a lovely silent spot!'Mid such a scene the eremite would hopeTo build his lowly cot,Just where with easy ...
AS Celia, who a coquette was,O'er fading charms lamented,She frown'd upon her looking-glass,And thus her spleen she vented."Thou silly, stupid, ...
A PHILOSOPHIC maid, with tranquil mind,Life's gayer scenes and youth's fond hopes resign'd,Left Piercefield's lov'd retreats, from childhood dear,And came ...
Hither, amongst the Crouds, that shunThe smoaky Town, and sultry Sun,In cooling Springs to seek for Health,Or throw away superfluous ...
TO David Garrick, Esq;——— Ridiculum acriFortius ac melius magnas plerumque secat res. HoracePreface:The Author begs Leave to premise, that in ...
DOWN sunk the sun, nor shed one golden ray, But rising mists shut in the low'ring day: The tides o'erflown ...
Part the First.When Flora 'gins to decke the fieldsWith colours fresh and fine,Then holy clerkes their mattins sing To good ...
"DEATH. Lady, lady, come with me, I am thy true friend; New and strange sights shalt thou see If thine ...
TRANSCENDENT beauty moulders 'midst the earth! Exquisite tints fleet with the morning dews! All nature teems with life, while blasting ...
It wav'd not thro' an Eastern sky,Beside a fount of Araby;It was not fann'd by southern breezeIn some green isle ...
I stood beside thy lowly grave; Spring-odours breath'd around, And music, in the river-wave, Pass'd with a lulling ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
Glad as the weary traveller tempest-tost To reach secure at length his native coast, Who wandering long o'er distant lands ...
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