Verses Occasion’d By The Sickness Of Mrs. Anne Donnellan. (Mary Barber Poems)
Goddess of Health, where--e'er you dwell,To Philomela fly;O hasten from your rural Cell,Nor let the Fair one die.Again her Voice ...
Goddess of Health, where--e'er you dwell,To Philomela fly;O hasten from your rural Cell,Nor let the Fair one die.Again her Voice ...
Dear Philomela, oft you condescend,With Notes seraphic, to transport your Friend:Then in Return, let Verse your Soul rejoice,Wise, as your ...
TO David Garrick, Esq;——— Ridiculum acriFortius ac melius magnas plerumque secat res. HoracePreface:The Author begs Leave to premise, that in ...
A TALE OF THE TAURIDE.Mute sat Giray, with downcast eye, As though some spell in sorrow bound him,His slavish courtiers ...
Farewell (sweet Cooke-ham) where I first obtain'dGrace from that Grace where perfit Grace remain'd;And where the Muses gaue their full ...
Lycidas. Thyrsis, the music of that murm'ring spring,Is not so mournful as the strains you sing.Nor rivers winding thro' the ...
OR THE DESERTED LOVER. ONCE rosy pleasure bless'd my smiling hours,And all her scatter'd joys around me shed:For me of ...
SUCH were the notes our chaster SAPPHO sung,And every muse dropt honey on her tongue.Blest shade ! how pure a ...
WAFT , Halcyon pow'r, thy gentle gales In murmurs through the mellowing air;Come, strew with cheerful green the vales, ...
O thou keen Pow'r, whose radiant eyeCan thousand shadowy forms descry,That cheat corporeal sight;Thou who canst soar above yon spheres,Past ...
When you sing, O lady mine, I remember, long ago, Philomela in the grove, Singing of ...
I. Flutt'ring spread thy purple Pinions,Gentle Cupid, o'er my Heart;I a Slave in thy Dominions;Nature must give Way to Art.II.Mild ...
A WIT, transported with Inditing, Unpay'd, unprais'd, yet ever Writing; Who, for all Fights and Fav'rite Friends, Had Poems at ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip Of sullen light, no obscure ...
The nightingale, as soon as April bringeth Unto her rested sense a perfect waking, While late bare earth, proud of ...
LOVE, I renounce thy tyrant sway, I mock thy fascinating art, MINE, be the calm unruffled day, That brings no ...
Reading in Ovid the sorrowful story of Itys, Son of the love of Tereus and Procne, slain For the guilty ...
Quid facis Arctoi charissime transfuga coeli, Ingele, proh sero cognite, rapte cito? Num satis Hybernum defendis pellibus Astrum, Qui modo ...
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