To Lady Clan, (Anne MacVicar Grant Poems)
WHO INSISTED ON THE AUTHOR'S WRITING A POEM, ONMEETING BY APPOINTMENT WITH HER AND THREEOTHER LADIES AT AN INN ON ...
WHO INSISTED ON THE AUTHOR'S WRITING A POEM, ONMEETING BY APPOINTMENT WITH HER AND THREEOTHER LADIES AT AN INN ON ...
See you the towers, that, gray and old,Frown through the sunlight's liquid gold, Steep sternly fronting steep?The Hellespont beneath them ...
How beautiful doth the morning rise O'er the hills, as from her bower a bride ...
Pleasanter than the hills of Thessaly,Nearer and dearer to the poet's heartThan the blue ripple belting Salamis,Or long grass waving ...
CHLORINDA in the slipping gown Unblushingly parades her soul For clinical inspection as Example of the Sapphic r?le;While Doris shudders ...
The wind comes whispering to me of the country green and cool—Of redwing blackbirds chattering beside a reedy pool;It brings ...
"Fie upon't!All men are false, I think. The date of loveIs out, expired, its stories all grown stale,O'erpast, forgotten, like ...
By the old Pagoda Anchorage they lay full fifteen strong,And their spars were like a forest, and their names were ...
LILeander swimming towards the Mysian shore, Saw not the waves that curled above his head, Nor the deep hollows, desolate ...
That lamp thou fill'st in Eros' name to-night,O Hero, shall the Sestian augurs takeTo-morrow, and for drowned Leander's sakeTo Anteros ...
Where's the lamp that Hero lit Once to call Leander home? Equal Time hath shovelled it 'Neath the wrack of ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
YES, write, if you want to, there's nothing like trying; Who knows what a treasure your casket may hold? I'll ...
THE APPARITION OF HIS, MISTRESS, CALLING HIM TO ELYSIUM DESUNT NONNULLA-- Come then, and like two doves with silvery wings, ...
The wind comes whispering to me of the country green and cool-- Of redwing blackbirds chattering beside a reedy pool; ...
AY, 'twas here, on this spot, In that summer of yore, Atalanta did not Vote my presence a bore, Nor ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
If, in the month of dark December, Leander, who was nightly wont (What maid will not the tale remember?) To ...
See you the towers, that, gray and old, Frown through the sunlight's liquid gold, Steep sternly fronting steep? The Hellespont ...
1 On Hellespont, guilty of true love's blood, 2 In view and opposite two cities stood, 3 Sea-borderers, disjoin'd by ...
1 On Hellespont, guilty of true love's blood, 2 In view and opposite two cities stood, 3 Sea-borderers, disjoin'd by ...
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