The Lay Of Marie – Canto First (Matilda Betham Poems)
The guests are met, the feast is near, But Marie does not yet appear! And to her vacant seat on high Is lifted ...
The guests are met, the feast is near, But Marie does not yet appear! And to her vacant seat on high Is lifted ...
Thy bounties, Love, in thy soft raptures, whenTimeliest the melting pairs indulge, and howBest to improve the genial joy, how ...
______ Campos, ubi Troja fuit.Virg.Where Kensington, high o'er the neighbouring landsMidst greens and sweets, a regal fabric, stands,And sees each ...
The cock, warm roosting 'midst his feather'd dames,Now lifts his beak and snuffs the morning air,Stretches his neck and claps ...
The hollow winds of night no moreIn wild, unequal cadence pour,On musing fancy's wakeful ear,The groan of agony severeFrom yon ...
Still let low wits, who sense nor honour prize,Sneer at all gratitude, all truth disguise;At living worth, because alive, exclaim,Insult ...
IF thou'rt a drunkard, fond of ale and wine,And smokest vile mundungus without end,Cry out with speed, unto th' Pow'r ...
I. Abash'd the rebel squadrons yield— MACBETH , the victor of the field, Exulting, past the blasted wild; And where his dark o'erhanging towers Frown ...
Upon a Sabbath-day it fell;Twice holy was the Sabbath-bellThat call'd the folk to evening prayer;The city streets were clean and ...
There are some folks whom oft we see,With such a taste for pedigree,The moment a fresh face is found,Enquiring whispers ...
LORD ! what a busy, restless thing Hast Thou made man ! Each day and hour he is on wing, Rests not a ...
How, to thy Sacred Memory, shall I bring (Worthy thy Fame) a grateful Offering? I, who by Toils of Sickness, ...
SWEET daughter of a rough and stormy fire,Hoar Winter's blooming child; delightful Spring! Whose unshorn locks with leaves ...
Where is he now?—that mightiest one, whose nameWas still the spell-word of the fray,—the soundWhich led his legions on untir'd, ...
TH ' unfading wreath by Genius only won,Pleas'd I return to grace her favour'd son;For truth forbids her votaries to ...
"HOW long, oh, my faithful companion and guide! Thou hast wafted o'er deserts my car! How oft, oh, my rein-deer! ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
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