ON THE Dutchess of Grafton Under the Name of Alinda. (Anne Killigrew Poem)
A SONG. I. TH'ambitious Eye that seeks alone, Where Beauties Wonders most are shown; Of all that bounteous Heaven displays, ...
A SONG. I. TH'ambitious Eye that seeks alone, Where Beauties Wonders most are shown; Of all that bounteous Heaven displays, ...
Ye distant spires, ye antique towers, That crown the watery glade, Where grateful Science still adores Her Henry's holy shade; ...
NOW spent the alter'd King, in am'rous Cares, The Hours of sacred Hymns and solemn Pray'rs: In vain the Alter ...
When by thy scorn, O murd'ress, I am dead, And that thou think'st thee free From all solicitation from me, ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
NOW westlin winds and slaught'ring guns Bring Autumn's pleasant weather; The moorcock springs on whirring wings Amang the blooming heather: ...
WEE, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty, Wi' ...
On Turning her up in her Nest with the Plough Wee, sleekit, cow'rin', tim'rous beastie, O what a panic's in ...
Fly, fly, my friends, I have my death wound, fly! See there that boy, that murd'ring boy, I say, Who, ...
Th' expense of spirit in a waste of shame Is lust in action; and till action, lust Is perjur'd, murd'rous, ...
High, on the Solitude of Alpine Hills, O'er-topping the grand imag'ry of Nature, Where one eternal winter seem'd to reign; ...
I. "Another day, Ah! me, a day "Of dreary Sorrow is begun! "And still I loath the temper'd ray, "And ...
For shame, deny that thou bear'st love to any Who for thy self art so unprovident. Grant, if thou wilt, ...
Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye, That thou consum'st thy self in single life? Ah, if thou ...
I. Where freezing wastes of dazzl'ing Snow O'er LEMAN'S Lake rose, tow'ring; The BARON GOLFRE'S Castle strong Was seen, the ...
TERRIFIC FIEND! thou Monster fell, Condemn'd in haunts profane to dwell, Why quit thy solitary Home, O'er wide Creation's paths ...
SORC'RESS of the Cave profound! Hence, with thy pale, and meagre train, Nor dare my roseate bow'r profane, Where light-heel'd ...
O, let me seize thy pen sublime That paints, in melting dulcet rhyme, The glowing pow'r, the magic art, Th' ...
Dang'rous to hear, is that melodious tongue, And fatal to the sense those murd'rous eyes, Where in a sapphire sheath, ...
Upon a lonely desart Beach Where the white foam was scatter'd, A little shed uprear'd its head Though lofty Barks ...
It was the man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town, He wandered over street and park, he wandered up ...
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