The Origin Of Flattery (Charlotte Smith Poems)
WHEN Jove, in anger to the sons of the earth,Bid artful Vulcan give Pandora birth,And sent the fatal gift which ...
WHEN Jove, in anger to the sons of the earth,Bid artful Vulcan give Pandora birth,And sent the fatal gift which ...
(Suggested by a Picture by Mr. Romney)Under the elm a rustic seatWas merriest Susan's pet retreat To merry-make. This Relative of mine Was she seventy-and-nine When she died? By the canvas may be seen How she look'd at seventeen, As a Bride. Beneath a summer tree Her maiden reverie Has a charm; Her ringlets are in taste; What an arm! and what a waist For an arm! With her bridal-wreath, bouquet, Lace farthingale, and gay Falbala, — If Romney's touch be true, What a lucky dog were you, Grandpapa! Her lips are sweet as love; They are parting! Do they move? Are they dumb? Her eyes are blue, and beam Beseechingly, and seem To say, "Come!" What funny fancy slips From atween these cherry lips? Whisper me, Fair Sorceress in paint, What canon says I mayn't Marry thee! That good-for-nothing Time Has a confidence sublime! When I first Saw this Lady, in my youth, Her winters had, forsooth, Done their worst. Her locks, as white as snow, Once shamed the swarthy crow; By-and-by That fowl's avenging sprite Set his cruel foot for spite Near her eye. Her rounded form was lean, And her silk was bombazine: Well I wot With her needles would she sit, And for hours would she knit, — Would she not? Ah perishable clay! Her charms had dropt away One by one: But if she heaved a sigh With a burthen, it was, "Thy Will be done." In travail, as in tears, With the fardel of her years Overprest, In mercy she was borne Where the weary and the worn Are at rest. Oh if you now are there, And sweet as once you were, Grandmamma, This nether world agrees You'll all the better please Grandpapa.(Frederick Locker-Lampson)
FIRED by applauding Fame's report,AMANTOR sought the dazzling court,Where beauteous dwelt in stately hall,The PRINCESS of the CHRYSTAL ...
Some blind themselves, 'cause possibly they may Be led by others a right way;They build on sands, which ...
Original Urdu tum jo naa aa'e the to har chiiz vahii thii kih jo haiaasmaaN hadd-e-nazar, raahguzar raahguzar, shiishaah-e-mai,shiishaah-e-maiaur ab ...
Trapped amid the woods with guileThey've led her bound in fetters vileTo death, a deadlier sorceressThan any born for earth's ...
THE Mind, from Reason's earliest ray,Till freed from her imprisoning clay,Her every power employs,The aerial form of Happiness to gain,But ...
Sing, sing, my friend; breathe life againThrough Norway's song and Denmark's strain:On flowing Thames and Forth, in flood,Pour Haco's war-song, ...
Healesville is a smiling lass, 'Mid her encircling hills,Where down full many a mountain pass The gold of wattle spills.She ...
Ah God, my peerless love, to have known a woman like you Would (so I have often dreamed) have set ...
SORCERESS , why with magic spellStill in plaintive bosoms dwell?Sure 'tis thine with sombre pleasure,Days and years of grief to ...
By those soft tods of wool With which the air is full; By all those tinctures there, That paint the ...
"OH, would we were further! Oh, would we were home, The phantoms of night tow'rd us hastily come, The band ...
I never turned anyone into a pig. Some people are pigs; I make them Look like pigs. I'm sick of ...
Your hair was full of roses in the dewfall as we danced, The sorceress enchanting and the paladin entranced, In ...
Your hair was full of roses in the dewfall as we danced, The sorceress enchanting and the paladin entranced, In ...
Mother of musings, Contemplation sage, Whose grotto stands upon the topmost rock Of Teneriffe; 'mid the tempestuous night, On which, ...
Storm-clouds hurtle, storm-clouds hover; Flying snow is set alight By the moon whose form they cover; Blurred the heavens, blurred ...
Through frost-thick weather This witch sidles, fingers crooked, as if Caught in a hazardous medium that might Merely by its ...
The moon comes up o'er the deeps of the woods, And the long, low dingles that hide in the hills, ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
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