Harvest-Home (Mary Elizabeth Robinson Poems)
WHO has not seen the chearful Harvest HomeEnliv'ning the scorch'd field, and greeting gayThe slow decline of Autumn ? All ...
WHO has not seen the chearful Harvest HomeEnliv'ning the scorch'd field, and greeting gayThe slow decline of Autumn ? All ...
The heavens, O Lord! Thy power proclaim,And the earth echoes back Thy name;Ten thousand voices speak Thy might,And day to ...
Thy beauties, Bingley! never have been sungBy stranger-bard, or native poet's tongue;Then may my humble muse with thee prevailTo pardon ...
DISPOSED to wed, e'en while you hasten, stay;There's great advantage in a small delay:Thus Ovid sang, and much the wise ...
NOW hark! what loud, tumultuous joys resound,From all the echoing rocks and valleys round;And hear! the sage oraculous declare,Tis time ...
It was on Burray's seabeat Isle,Where Fairies dwelt in days of yore,That Richard's lowly cottage stood,Near where old Neptune's briny ...
The mighty spirit, and its power, which stainsThe bloodless cheek, and vivifies the brains,I sing. Say, ye, its fiery vot'ries ...
DESCRIBE the Borough--though our idle tribeMay love description, can we so describe,That you shall fairly streets and buildings trace,And all ...
To Henry St. John, Lord Bolingbroke Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and ...
PROLOGUE. Woe! to the just occasion that compels My verse to satire, when my soul rebels; Must I, unskill'd her ...
OR SKETCHES OF HIGHLAND SCENERY AND MANNERS: WITH SOME REFLECTIONS ON EMIGRATION. WRITTEN DURING THE AUTHOR'S RECOVERY FROM A LONG ...
THE sobbings of the ocean wavesWere all the notes that Basil knew;He lov'd them since his ear could dwellWith gladness ...
"BLOW, mountain-breeze! all wild, like thee, Unfetter'd as thy wing, I rove; With airy step and spirit free, From snowy ...
THE sun ascends a cloudless sky,The moistening dews before him fly;How sweet to pace the fields at dawn,This mild, serene, ...
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd ...
When my love swears that she is made of truth I do believe her, though I know she lies, That ...
O TIME, forgive the mournful song That on thy pinions stole along, When the rude hand of pain severe Chas'd ...
ENLIGHTEN'D Patron of the sacred Lyre? Whose ever-varying, ever-witching song Revibrates on the heart With magic thrilling touch, Till ev'ry ...
To Henry St. John, Lord Bolingbroke Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride ...
The First Epistle Awake, my ST. JOHN!(1) leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of Kings. Let ...
Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescrib'd, their present state: From brutes what ...
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