Selina (Mary Hopkins Pilkington Poems)
NOT far from Tyvy's banks and bayAn humble dwelling rose;Around its walls the woodbine twin'd,Encircled with the rose.The purple violet ...
NOT far from Tyvy's banks and bayAn humble dwelling rose;Around its walls the woodbine twin'd,Encircled with the rose.The purple violet ...
AH me! the yellow western sky turns pale,And leaves the cheerless sons of earth to mourn;And yet I hear not ...
YES , 'tis a year since last that plaintive cry,"Pity the prisoners," touch'd my wand'ring ear:And now again their hat ...
When Scaliger, whole years of labour past,Beheld his lexicon complete at lastAnd weary of his task, with wond'ring eyes,Saw, from ...
HOW weak is man! how changeable his mind!His promises are naught, too oft we find;I vowed (I hope in tolerable ...
OF THE MORNING.Deepen thy blush, oh Rose of Spring !His richest musk let Zephyr fling ;And thro' the green voluptuous ...
OPEN my silent lips, O Lord! full wide,To chant the goodness of my gracious God:My loit'ring tongue unto thy praises ...
Yet, yet a moment, one dim ray of light Indulge, dread Chaos, and eternal Night!Of darkness visible so much be ...
Half-lost in film of faintest lawn,A single star in armour whiteUpon the dreamy heights of dawnGuards dim frontier of the ...
TWINS of one morning, on a single stem, Two Roses side by side were growing,On each alike there hung ...
O thou! advance, whose heav'nly lightCan make each scene of sadness please;On future bliss can fix the sight,And anguish change ...
HOW weak is man! how changeable his mind! His promises are naught, too oft we find; I vowed (I hope ...
You brave heroic minds, Worthy your country's name, That honour still pursue, Go, and subdue, Whilst loit'ring hinds Lurke here ...
O, let me seize thy pen sublime That paints, in melting dulcet rhyme, The glowing pow'r, the magic art, Th' ...
Farewell, ye coral caves, ye pearly sands, Ye waving woods that crown yon lofty steep; Farewell, ye Nereides of the ...
Oft have I seen yon Solitary Man Pacing the upland meadow. On his brow Sits melancholy, mark'd with decent pride, ...
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