Charlotte Dacre Poems on Life (8 Poems)

The Lass Of Fair Wone (Charlotte Dacre Poems)

From the German of B?rger. BESIDE the parson’s dusky bow’r Why strays a troubl’d sprite,That dimly shines in lonely hour Thro’ curtains of the night? Why steals along yon slimy bank An hov’ring fire so blue,That … Continue reading →

Edmund And Anna (Charlotte Dacre Poems)

A LEGENDARY TALE. NOW near drew the time when fair Ann was allow’d To visit her lover confin’d; To mingle her tears, as his sadly flow’d, And sooth the despair of his mind. As she skimm’d o’er the … Continue reading →

The Mistress – Versified (Charlotte Dacre Poems)

To the Spirit of her Lover. Wilt thou follow me into the wild? Wilt thou follow me over the plain?Art thou from earth or from heaven exil’d? Or how comes thy spirit at large to remain? Vision of … Continue reading →

Song Of Melancholy (Charlotte Dacre Poems)

DARK as the wintry midnight is my soul; sad and tempestuous. Fain would I sit upon the stern brow’d rock, listening to the roaring of the terrible cataract. Fool! to endure life, wandering, as I do, in the solitary path, … Continue reading →

The Doubt (Charlotte Dacre Poems)

HOW wild is the struggle, how deep is the anguish That preys on my bosom, by fancy refin’d;I feel in this torture I long cannot languish, A torture that springs from a doubt in the mind. I feel, … Continue reading →

The Hunter of The Alps (Charlotte Dacre Poems)

SEE where on Alpine heights the hunter keen Follows the feather-footed chamois’s flight,Now on the brink of fearful abyss seen, Now proudly gazing from the slippery height. His fell pursuer, man, with anxious eye, Follows resolv’d–his pointed … Continue reading →

The Mother (Charlotte Dacre Poems)

To her Sleeping Infant. SEE the beauteous baby smiling In that calm and gentle sleep,Of its grief my heart beguiling, Bidding me forbear to weep. But, alas! I still must sorrow, While I think I still must … Continue reading →

L’ Absence (Charlotte Dacre Poems)

HAST thou not seen the blooming rose Turn to the God of day?Her fragrant treasures all disclose, Enchanted by his ray? Hast thou not seen the sun decline! Her bloomy beauty fade;And joyless of his warmth divine, … Continue reading →